Bakemono - The Shinigami Tomes Vol.III. Available for Pre-Order

 Dear readers, it is with pleasure that I communicate you that the third instalment of "The Shinigami Tomes" series is available for pre-order on all amazon markets.

 (On Amazon.com: https://www.amazon.com/Bakemono-Shinigami-Tomes-Book-3-ebook/dp/B08LNXWLF6/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=bakemono+c+wain&qid=1604315801&sr=8-1)

 I thank you for your continuous support and love during these years.

 C. Wain

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