Homing Bird--available on Amazon!

Homing Bird--available on Amazon!

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Russia 1902 The winter of 1902 is bitter for little Marjorie Cummings who awakes to find her American home very quiet. Little did she know that behind the scenes plans were being drawn not only to save her life but to change it in the most unimaginable way possible. In the flick of a wrist Marjorie goes from impoverished conditions to living in the home of the wealthiest man in the world Tsar Nicolas II of Russia. A dark child in Tsarskoe sparks humor among the aristocracy who are eager to know who this little girl is. A play mate to the Grand Duchesses Olga, Tatiana, Maria and Anastasia, Marjorie wins the hearts of all she meets. Russia 1918 The Clouds of war loom over the doomed royal family and Marjorie will be caught up in the events that will change Russia forever. In the final tumultuous years of the Russian Imperial family, Marjorie becomes a beacon in an event that will go down in history as the most heinous of all that the Russian revolution will never live down.
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