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“I became an ifrit to save the lives of my fellow jinn. What kind of life saver would I be if I let you sit here and wither away in paradise? Just an obstacle. Just an obstacle. I meet the ifrit's eyes. What happened to all your talk about birds and fish having nowhere to live? The ifrit shrugs. I suggest you start holding your breath, my friend, he says, then pushes through the hearing room doors.”

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Jackson Pearce
Jackson Pearce

Jackson Pearce (born May 21, 1984) is an American author known for her young adult fantasy novels and fairy tale retellings. Her works often blend modern elements with classic stories, with notable titles including Sisters Red, Sweetly, and Cold Spell. Pearce's writing style is delicate, focusing on female character growth and emotional conflicts, which resonates with young readers. She was born in Georgia and graduated from the University of Georgia. Currently residing in Atlanta, she is active on social media, engaging frequently with her audience. more

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