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~ “Monsieur De La Marquis” ~
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Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.
https://boulwareenterprises.wordpress.com/2018/10/30/monsieur-de-la-marquis/


“It’s The Judges, Priests, and Bishops who are the real criminals and s*xual perverts!”
~MarquisDeSade~


“The Most Impure Tale Ever Written!”
~”The Horror Of It All”~


Prologue:

Dr. Maitland – a collector of the occult and ardent student of the supernatural; tries to keep control of his life, the forces of unspeakeble evil bear down upon him. Given the opportunity to purchase the “Skull” of the infamous sadist and demonic supporter… “Murder From Beyond The Grave!”

The graverobbers, with their shovels, finally hit paydirt… The metal digging end of the tools hit the targeted object with a loud noisey echoing clang. The sound, at three in the morning…a cold, dark, damp, and windy morning. They continued in their labor of digging up the long dead bones and rotted flesh without so much as a pause. The brittle surroundings of wood once served as a coffin for this murdering corpse. Its’ body, once the lid was removed, resembled that of a young teenaged boy. It was indeed not the expected size of a fully grown man. It required no real effort at all in removing and carrying it away from its home in the ground.

One of the two “Body-Snatchers” complained of feeling a bit dizzy. The horse drawn cart of wood and metal wiggled and waggled, clanking and shuddering along the way over a dirt and rock covered roadway. After a few miles, the road became that of ballasts stones and smoothen gravel. They were in from the outskirts of town. In from the graveyard of corpses and death. The partner continued to complain of dizziness and hearing something speaking to him from inside his head… The first body-snatcher dismissed his friend’s annoying and ambiguous consternations.

The second thief screamed aloud. “I’m telling you, I think I heard something…wait a minute, I could swear, I say that body moved!”

“Yeah, we’ll just see about that.” said the first thief.

He pulled back on the reigns controlling the two horses. Stopping the cart, thief one grabbed one of the shovels while pulling the long dead and decayed body to the ground. Uncovering the wrappings and exposing the body of the stinking rotted flesh; the first thief, with the sharp digging end of the shovel, chopped off the head. He laughed aloud as his friend shuddered in fright. He nearly fell off the cart when the head was severed…it popped from a body covered in rotting aristocratic clothing and jewelry. The jewels and rings found their way into the pockets of the bodysnatchers.

Arriving at their destination, they unloaded the long dead body of the aristocrat. Its head wrapped in a dirty cloth. The headless body was delivered in the cart’s shipping ropes and wraps of straw and hay. They pounded on the door of the darkened residence. The wood laden letters on an overhanging sign read “Doctor Of Health and Sciences.” The door opened and a man beckoned them to enter.

The driver explained to the recipient of the dead remains and about their adventurous trip from the graveyard. The rest-stop and drink received at the neighboring tavern allowed them to refresh after a long morning of digging. The receiver hungrily grabbed the head and uncovered it…

The delivery men where paid in coin(s) most generously. They turned and left after inquiring about future assignments. The collector brushed them out. He wanted to be alone with his newly acquired possession.

They turned and left the premises. The two agreed to return to the tavern for more libation(s); women and song with their newly earned coin(s). However, they never returned to the tavern… The horse drawn cart showed up to the front of the Inn. The bartender knew the men were working; making a delivery up yonder road. Their bodies were found just south of the delivery point. Only less than a mile from the house, they were found dead in the mud of the creek shoreline, laying face down.

When the Sheriff turned the bodies over, the cause of death was revealed. The remainder of their blood sprayed its’ last squirt in his face. Their throats had been torn out…the local examining physician declared the wounds were in fact, made by human teeth. The identifying marks were unquestionably evident. No animal known, could have created or had teeth that resembled or matched those wounds.

The Sheriff pounded on the door of the health and sciences building. There was no answer. He ordered his men to find another way into the dwelling.

“Look in the windows and see it there is anyone about!” ordered the Sheriff. The deputies found nothing…nothing out of the ordinary as well. A horse-drawn cart pulled to a stop inside the pathway leading to the front of the house. A woman appeared. She inquired as to all the fuss. They in turn explained the details. She hurriedly rushed into the building with a key removed from her handbag. Once inside, they all were made aware of the eeriness therein. The woman entered the back room were the man; the flat’s owner mostly worked…his “dark-room.” An ungodly scream erupted from within the darkroom… The Sheriff and deputies rushed in to see what was the matter. The woman was horrified, standing in paralyzing shock against the far wall of the room…the body of her fiancé, was lying there in a pool of his own warm blood. He too had his throat torn out by what appeared to be human teeth.

The man collected rare items and artifacts…he had in his collection, statuettes of demons, tools of demonic practices, and books of all sorts relating to unnatural beings and their worlds. One collection or group of statuettes were the image(s) of “Lucifer,” “Mammon,” “Asmodeus,” “Satan,” “Beelzebub,” “Leviathan,” “Belphegor,” and a book listing the power(s) and existence of the evil of the “Ten Variety of Devils;” Not to mention the head of “Donatien Alphonse Francois, Count Marquis De Sade!”

The skull of the Marguis was nowhere to be found although his body remained. The headless body could not immediately be identified. It was laying next to a tub filled with acid…the kind that dissolves everything, clothes, meat, bone, skin and otherwise.

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The chambermaid quietly entered the room. Her voluptuous body peered out from the folds of her unbuttoned robe. Smooth milkiness slipped through and revealed a beautifully sculptured silken thigh. She smiled. The darkened room allowed the view of this beautiful vision of loveliness…this marvelously innocently beautiful young woman.
She knew this undesired rendezvous would bequeath her a more desirable position in the household. Life was very difficult in 1768 Paris. Monsieur Le Marquis promised. He was not terrible of vision. His childlike handsomeness earned him many hours and nights of pleasure with the household servants…some of the female participants of “Donatien’s” s*xual misadventures ascended to higher posts in the family employ, while others simply disappear, never to be seen again.
The French Aristocrat’s physical attributes left much to be desired. His physical stature as an adult male was less than a third in size. One could say his soft delicate body could easily be mistaken for that of a woman. Albeit, survivors of his bedroom antics reveled in their shared and varied descriptions. The off-campus conversations traveled fast among the village taverns and public accommodations like that of a rapidly spreading flash-fire. The prostitutes along the boweries were highly cautious when requests emerged from the castle… The overly cautious, declined the opportunities altogether. They remembered the ones who did not return. They spoke of one particular “Easter Sunday Morning” when a very pretty and innocent young woman was invited into the bedroom of the Marquis. She survived the notoriously explicit and cruel s*xual exploits of the young and wealthy aristocrat.

He was known as a rebellious and spoiled child whose temper outgrew him. Donatien was introduced to these obscene practices between the age(s) of four and six by his uncle, a church “Abbot.” Obsessed with this affinity, the young Marquis continually practiced sodomy with as many prostitutes as possible. His man-servant often joined in as a participant of his many overnight or weekend-long s*xual soirée(s). This particular young woman managed to escape her captivity. She vehemently denied a pleasurable encounter while in the company/custody of the “Marquis de Sade!”

The escapee, spoke of the horrible things that were done while she was there. She spoke of a decapitated dog, cat, and monkey. The hapless animals were supposed to be the exciting and engaging foreplay to impending s*xual activities for all participants. On this occasion, it was only the Marquis and his man-servant and the lucky young virgin.
The poor little monkey wasn’t as fortunate as the young lady. His hands and arms were locked tight like that of his neck within the portals of a horrible yoke; a smaller model of the life-sized torture device.

“The ominous grinning of the young mad man will forever haunt my soul. He smiled at me while he stirred the red hot coals of the fireplace with a long black poker.
He then motioned to his man to hold me still while approaching me with the poker in his right hand. He walked ever so slowly, menacingly, terrifyingly…I was very frightened, I was terrified! Despair possessed my every fibre! Monsieur de Marquis breathed a hot breath when he bit my naked breast nipple. He smiled a sinister smile. He laughed a sinister laugh. My blood ran cold. He smiled and laughed a hearty laugh after smacking my bared buttocks with his left hand. And just when I thought he would spike me…spike my flowered intimacy with that red hot poker…he turned suddenly, squealed a horrid squeal and stuck the red hot poker into the anus of the poor shackled monkey!
The poor little monkey screamed in ungodly agony! It screamed for what seemed like an eternity! I prayed for the poor little creature. I prayed that it would stop that ungodly noise. The sound caused my blood to run even colder (in spite of the heat generated from the fireplace) and caused my skin to crawl… Monsieur de Marquis danced and laughed and cried as he pranced in his nakedness out in front of me. I was held tight. I saw him draw a large shiny and heavy broadsword from the wall above the mantel. The sword was much too heavy for the little man to wield. He dropped it loudly upon the chamber floor. The noise it made could be heard everywhere when it clanged upon the cold stone floor.
Instead, he drew a long, curved knife from the waist-sash of his man-servant. He danced, laughed, screamed, and cried some more…he swirled and with one killing swoop, chopped off the head of the little screaming monkey. Its’ poor little body shivered and shook violently as its life-blood bathed the Marquis, squirting fluid out from the monkey’s neck. The Marquis smiled a horrible smile while he began to approach me. His bloodied hands caressed my bared skin from breast to foot.
It has been said, the practice of sodomy was commonly practiced among the aristocrats… I desired no part in these horrid acts of debauchery and evil. I was not thrilled with the idea of losing my virginity to a maniac at all. He was pretty though… He is royalty, I am not. I am just a lowly creature, a chambermaid who sought only a better life for myself and a sickly old grandmother. He fondled my virgin flower with his fouled bloody hands. His vicious tongue moistened my behind…and then the hairs of my forked crotch.
I thought I might like this pretty young man. He could not possibly be a danger to me. While pondering that thought, pain surged through my left side breast. The pretty man had bitten my nipple with his sharp white teeth. It bled. The warm red fluid ran down the contours of my belly into the naval pit. I screamed in agonizing agony…realizing this devil of a young man would surely kill me when he finished playing with my body! The pretty man lied to me about his promise.

He prepared to enter me while we were standing eyeball to eyeball. I was still held fast by his man-servant who pressed himself to my rear quarters, pushing and grinding his hardened ***** against me. The Marquis still held the bloody blade in his right hand, his left gripped my waist on the right. I could feel him pull me close as I tried with all my might to resist… Just as I felt his manhood touch the entranceway to my virginity, the room was suddenly bathed in bright brilliant lantern-light and a loud angry thundering voice. The voice demanded to know what in “Satan’s Hell” was going on in this room?
The man-servant lost his grip upon me. He backed away rather quickly. I was relieved! The Marquis turned in anger while blinking from the sudden brightness of the unexpected brilliance.

His voice and evil demeanor changed when he was forced to explain to his father the goings on here.

I was ordered to dress and leave here as quickly as possible.

The elder Marquis and his wife, the parents of the little man did not offer apologies. His mother’s eyes revealed the sadness within. She gave me a hug. During this hug, a purse laden with coin(s) was forced into my quivering, shaking hands. There was no need to count the contents of the purse, for I knew from its’ heavy weight that the booty was well more than I would earn (or need) in my role as a chambermaid. It was more than enough to see me and my grandmother through many a year to come.
I was more than grateful to be given escort to my home by castle guardsmen. My grandmother who heard our approach, was very much relieved to know the horsemen were not coming for an arrest or on a raiding patrol…simply the safe return of her grandchild to home.

The DeSade family was embarrassed to know what their son was doing to many young women and boys in the immediate region.Many of his victims had been cut and tortured…some died. Several were reported to have been cut with sharpened blades and hot wax dripped into their freshly administered wounds. Finger and toe-nails have been removed from victims while under captivity of this mad individual. Others where lucky enough to exit the household with pay and the ability to boast of their explicit s*xual encounter(s) with the young Marquis.

…they were all lucky, LIKE ME!

Stories have emerged regarding dismemberment of individuals while in the company or captivity of the Marquis. He’s written of many “Hellish Hellbound Lasciviousness” in his numerous manuscripts. It’s no secret among his known associates that the young aristocrat enjoyed collecting the severed heads of his many victims. …s*xual organs were his favorite.

After the Marquis was interrupted by his father, the parents desperately sought a rich wife for their insane son. They could not continually pay victims for their numerous and constant silence. Their coffers were depleting drastically. The money, somehow, had to be recouped.
Donatien’s insanity was introduced at an early age by his uncle. The child was delivered unto him at the age of four. He remained with him until he was about six. DeSade was also known to have an ever-growing temper as a rebellious and spoiled child. It is known that he once beat the French Prince severely. This occurred while he was spending time with his uncle in the South of France. Threatened with death by “the Crown,” he was returned to Paris to attend the “Lycée Louis-Le-Grand School.” Flagellation was the prime punishment at the school. He was the subject of severe “Corporal Punishment” on numerous occasions. The art of violent acts became his obsession for the remainder of his life.

After finally being (formerly) caught, the court decided to make and example of him by banishing him to exile in Italy.

Married life did not eliminate DeSade’s s*xual pursuits. In order to continue his desired and perverted way of life, he rented out rooms everywhere and anywhere he could, in order to continually and privately carry out his intense fantasies. Albeit, stable in social status, the family financial holdings had drastically decreased due to the many, many “payoffs for silence”; surviving victims who threatened to complain to the authorities.

Donatien Alphonse Francois, Count Le Marquis DeSade took to wife, “Renée-Pelagie De Montrevil,” daughter of a wealthy government official (in 1763).
On occasion, soirée’s were held. Many of the people who were his victims (missing bodies) attended as well as the invited guests and relatives. They (the missing) attended not as expected by the invited, they simply showed up in the many served Pies, Custards, Tarts, Pâté, Cooked Meat, Ground Powders, etc. The guests, as usual, continued to kiss the ass of Monsieur de Marquis; complimenting him on the delicacies of the evening – their delightful enjoyment in the rare taste(s)…the rare Cuisine and drink.

Born in Paris, France, Monsieur Marquis DeSade, a.k.a, “Donatien Alphonse Francois, on June 2, 1740 entered this world. Diplomat in the Court of Louis XV, was his father’s station. His mother’s position was “Lady-In-Waiting” to the (the Crown) Queen. Born into the life of the elite (elitism) its easy to understand DeSade’s fluent access to servants who praised and flattered his every move.

Donatien’s father, Joseph, left his mother, Marie Eléonore de Maillé de Carman, for richer and younger pleasures…refuge in a convent was her only option; divorce was not an option…there was no such thing in the French Court of the powerful elite and the Church. Needless to say what effect this has on the younger DeSades’ mental stability…again it was challenged…put to the test.

The Catholic Church adamantly denounced his published writings.

“They depict debauchery, evil violence, loathsome criminality, and blasphemy against the church!”

The Marquis and his wife brought into this world, three children. She had vast knowledge of his heinous practices. She had grown weary of their marriage long ago…his behavior of course, tested her limits to near insanity. …Divorce, in reiteration, in those days, was all but non-existent; an impossibility.

DeSade had been arrested on several occasions due to suspicion or rumor. People began to discuss his open-private-escapades of paid-to-play pleasures…“s*xual orgies” throughout the locations of rented rooms.
One of his first serious offences came when one of the non-familiar prostitutes complained to the authorities. She told them how she was forced to utilize a crucifix into their s*xual activities and orifices. Even though her body was for sale, she felt the perverted acts demanded, were all Blasphemous to the Church and God!

He was immediately arrested.

DeSade’s societal Stature allowed an early release from prison. He ever so promptly returned to his evil haunts and bold practices of s*xual perversion.

DeSade made good use of his time in prison, the fourth time around; while incarcerated, he wrote fifteen manuscripts which included the sweet and virtuous “Justine.”
Images of tortured naked women danced around in his hallucinating head. Juliette and Justine are two orphaned sisters who resided in a “Nunnery.” When their father died, they were evicted and moved in with Juliette’s friend. Fortunately, the girls were left a bit of gold by their father. Un-Fortunately the friend’s abode turned out to be a brothel. The friend is the brothel’s owner who wants the girls to earn their keep by lying on their backs and spreading their legs – from the front as well as the back; anal s*x…prostitution!
Juliette earns a good stable living while Justine, who rejected the demand, leaves the house only to be accused of theft, prostitution, and murder. The elder sister marries a rich nobleman, the younger is arrested, falsely accused, and sentenced to death after being lied to, tortured, raped, and continually persecuted.

DeSade also pinned “The 120 Days of Sodom” during his prison stay in “The Bastille” (1785).

According to posted recordings, the story relates to several wealthy “Libertines” who desired the ultimate s*xual gratification via orgies and such. They enjoyed enslaving teen-aged victims and s*xually torturing them. Tales were told by four old accomplished prostitutes. The old women utilized anecdotes of depraved careers. Their stories were supposed to inspire or to s*xually arouse the particular characters into explicit acts of depravity.
The four old broads were aged 48, 50, 52, and 56. They all have given vivid descriptions of themselves. One is described as having her three inch clitoris tickled only by females. She says that she is a virgin while her rear is large and flabby, worn from use so much that she feels nothing in that area at all. Another says she is especially excited by anal s*x. Her particularly natural deformity prevents her from having any other kind of s*x. And another of them who happens to be missing one breast-nipple, six teeth, an eye, and three fingers, stated her anus was so large that she also couldn’t feel anything there.
The captive harem of thirty-six teenage male and female victims are forced to listen and engage in these types of s*xuality stories of abuse and torture – which intensifies, ending in slaughter.

DeSade outlines “the six-hundred passions” in the story with a warning to his so-called “Friendly Readers.” The incredibly “Lawless and without religion Super-Rich protagonistic libertines” had nothing and no one to obey. They only recognized their “Imperious Decrees of Perfidious Lusts.” Ironically, the Marquis despised authority and religion. He considered Judges, Priests, and Bishops to be the real criminals and s*xual perverts.

The inscribed authoritative aristocrats came to wealth by the process of inheritance. One of them poisoned his mother and his sister. Another is described as being tall, strong, highly s*xually potent, powerfully built, and being a devote and complete coward. The next one is a scrawny weakling with a vicious and nasty mouth. He is a lover of sodomy. He refuses ******l intercourse. And then their friend who is tall, lanky, a frightfully filthy individual who delves in voluptuousness. He is a judge who loved to hand out death sentences. The last deviate is described as one who is a banker. He is short, pale, and effeminate.
All of these predators have abused their own daughters for many years – all of them (the victimized daughters) die. These authoritarians have kidnapped young boys and girls who were chosen simply for their beauty and virginity. The libertines intended to deflower the girls while especially defiling them (all) anally. Their ages were between twelve and sixteen years.
For some reason, DeSade wrote about four elderly women who were chosen for their ugliness in contrast to the beauty of the children. One of them, strangled all fourteen of her children, another was hunchbacked, blind in one eye, and lame. The next one had no teeth or hair. She never wiped her ass throughout her lifetime. Every one of her orifices stank to high heaven. The last one is described as having hemorrhoids the size of a very large and manly fist hanging from her ass. She was nearly always drunk, vomiting constantly, and suffered from fecal incontinence. They all served as cooks and servants.

Being short on writing material, Donatien feared the long scroll of paper smuggled to him, would be confiscated and/or destroyed. However, the “Bastille” was stormed on July 14, 1789, at the beginning of “The French Revolution.” He said he “wept tears of blood” because he believed his written works were lost to him during “the Bastille Siege,” gaining him his freedom. Much of his written work portrayed men with simple passions, i.e., masturbating in the faces of seven year old girls, urine drinking, (coprophagia) coprophagial (Eating Feces) scatology, ******lly raping female children, incest, flagellation, sacrificing, sacrilegious activities, having s*x with Nuns while watching Church Mass proceedings, deflowering young virgins ******lly and anally, evening orgies, criminal activities – just short of murder, sodomizing babies as young as three years of age, men who prostitute their own daughters while watching them being raped, mutilations of men and women by tearing out their fingers and toes, burning them with red hot pokers, the skinning of children while alive, dismembering pregnant women, burning alive entire families, killing newborns babies in front of their mothers, ******l mutilation, intestines being pulled out of sliced open belly wounds, the pin-pricking of breast nipples, and murder – the killing of women who are being raped atop beds of nails.

Captured escaped survivors (and those who did not escape) almost always seemed to disappear…

The described characters consider these practices as normal, and routine, to s*xually abuse very young children, male and female while a lot of attention is given to the consumption of feces – it is considered to be a delicacy as designated by “The Chapel For Defecation.”

“The Most Impure Tale Ever Written!” – The many missing bodies were known to have been fed to two Rotweillers (male and female), two Irish Wolfhounds, and two Doberman Pinschers…bodies were made ready for dog food, and fodder for gardening, soups, pâté, and man eating fish and reptiles in castle moats or ponds – the soups and other foods were often served to invited guests of the Marquis and his associates.

DeSade convinced the members of the “New Regime” that he was a victim of the old authoritative aristocracy (Govt.). He amazingly was released from prison and welcomed into the new government – “The Rise of Napoleon Bonaparte!”

(Madame De Montrevil, DeSade’s Mother-In-Law had had enough of this evil…she petitioned the King, incarcerating him for thirteen years – arrested in Feb. 1777 – 1790). How he managed to escape the guillotine is beyond the quess of this author… However, it is known that “in 1801, Napoleon Bonaparte ordered the arrest of the anonymous author of Justine and Juliette. DeSade was arrested at his publisher’s office and imprisoned without trial; first in the Sainte-Pélagie Prison and, following allegations that he had tried to seduce young fellow prisoners there, in the harsh Bicêtre Asylum. After intervention by his family, he was declared insane in 1803 and transferred once more to the Charenton Asylum. His ex-wife and children had agreed to pay his pension there.”

The French Aristocrat, philosopher, Criminal, Sadist, Elitist, and Author who became notorious for his (and that of his conspirators in acts of s*xual cruelty), as well as his writings, was finally committed to an insane asylum. After it was found that he had carried out a s*xual relationship with the thirteen year old daughter of an employee of that same asylum. That information made its way to the court in or about 1810. He was then locked away from the main populace of the institution…Desade met his death on December 2, 1814 while incarcerated in the mental asylum.

Epilogue – “The Curse”:

The grave of the Marquis was defiled and raided by “Bodysnatchers” – “Graverobbers” who dug up and sold the Marquis’ remains to wealthy collectors. These men collect, trade, and share these rare and mysterious artifacts. A cleaned and polished smaller than usual skull being the most valuable of collectibles. Along with “The Skull of The Marquis DeSade” was a book…a rare thing indeed. It told the life story of the Marquis and its binder was made of pure skin…Human Skin.

Upon the death of the last owner of the book and skull, his partner and solicitor came to call at his flat. He was there to assess his partner’s assets and valuables. An unexpected visitor came to call. She too had come to collect her things…little did she know, she would not be leaving the flat with her valuables…she would not be leaving at all except after death!

An artifact, a sacrificial knife laid upon a table. The skull was sitting there as well. The man examined the tiny skull of his partner’s belongings and tossed it aside, it was of no value to him. He noticed after turning, that the damned head-bone had vanished into thin air…where had it gone? No one was in the room except him. The partner’s woman was packing and collecting her things in the next room…

The unsuspecting solicitor was going about his duties, when he heard a voice call to him…he did not know from where the voice had ventured. He only knew that he had to obey its commands.

The solicitor came to consciousness while in police custody. He did not know how he came to be in this place. He explained to the investigator all that he had known to be true. It did not matter to them, the authorities. They had their man for the murder of the woman packing her things in the tiny three roomed flat. The blood was on his hands and clothing – he swore to Heaven and the God above that he was innocent…it did not matter.

He was guilty as charged.

So Sayeth the court…

When they came to hang him, he was already dead. It was a great mystery. How had this man’s throat been torn out? He was alone in his cell, awaiting “the Hangman.” How is it that he came to his death in this fashion? There were no dogs or attack animals about! How did this man meet his death, cheating the gallows that awaited him?

His spilled spouting blood left no trail…

“One is never so dangerous when one has no shame, than when one has grown too old to blush”
~Marquis DeSade~




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https://www.authorsden.com/visit/author.asp?id=168361

ThePaper.Li.BoulwareDaily
http://paper.li/~/publisher/5445ebb6-59f5-4aaf-bbbb-4bfc6689d423

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Posting List Links and Locations to Articles by Boulware
‘The Platforms of BoulwareEnterprises/Publications’
~ ‘The E-Store for Books by Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.’ ~
http://boulwareenterprises.com/-_A_Portentous_Epoch_~.html
http://thebookmarketingnetwork.com/profiles/blogs/the-e-store-for-books-by-boulware
New BCID: 823-13940945
http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/13940945
New BCID: 823-13940945 – Hallow

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Source/Credits/Acknowledgement(s):

“Marquis DeSade” – Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marquis_de_Sade
https://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=UTF-8&fr=crmas&p=the+death+of+the+marquis+de+sade

“The Skull”
“The Skull of The Marquis De Sade”
(The Evil of The Marquis DeSade / Life of The Marquis DeSade)
Paramount Pictures, Legendary Films
Peter Cushing & Christopher Lee





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