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“I looked into her eyes, and saw my own staring back, the same peculiar shade, pale grey, flecked with yellow, rimmed with black. Now I knew the nature of her debt. It had weighed on her conscience for fourteen years. I was looking into the eyes of mother and I knew that I would never see her again.”

Quote by Celia Rees

Book:Witch Child
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Witch Child

In this historical fiction, a young girl is falsely accused of witchcraft and must navigate a world where she is shunned and feared. The story delves into the complexities of her identity and the societal pressures that lead to her persecution. more

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Celia Rees
Celia Rees

Celia Rees is a British author born on June 17, 1949. She is known for her young adult literature, which covers a range of genres including history, fantasy, and realism. Rees' works are appreciated for their nuanced emotional portrayals and profound social insights. more

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