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Where the Mountain Meets the Moon

This novel is a captivating tale that combines elements of Chinese mythology and folklore with a journey through a mystical landscape. The story follows a young girl on a quest to retrieve a stolen moon from a powerful dragon, leading her through a world of magic and wonder. more

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Grace Lin
Grace Lin

Grace Lin is an American Chinese writer and illustrator. Known for her unique illustration style and creative storytelling, her works span across children's literature, young adult literature, and adult literature. Born on May 17, 1974, Lin's books are beloved by readers and have won numerous literary awards. more

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