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“Wait.” I looked around. “How did you get here?” “I ran.” I reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Scrolling through his menu, I said, “You called a cab.” “But I ran to the cab when it got to the cemetery.”

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Seventh Grave and No Body

This novel is part of a series that follows a protagonist who is a supernatural detective. She navigates her own life challenges while solving cases involving the supernatural. The story is set in a contemporary setting and delves into themes of personal growth and the supernatural. more

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Darynda Jones
Darynda Jones

Darynda Jones, born in 1965, is an acclaimed American author known for her unique sense of humor and emotional depth in her novels. Her works have gained widespread attention and praise from readers. more

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