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“There, in a clearing surrounded by towering trees, lay a sparkling silver pool. Even from a distance, I could tell that it wasn't water, but something more rare and infinitely more precious. ... He crouched by the pool and cupped his hand to fill it. He tilted his hand, letting the water fall. 'Have a look.' The silvery sparkling water that dribbled from his hand set ripples dancing across the pool, each glimmering with various colours, and- 'That looks like starlight,' I breathed. He huffed a laugh, filling and emptying his hand again. I gaped at the glittering water. 'It is starlight.' 'That's impossible,' I said, fighting the urge to take a step toward the water. 'This is Prythian. According to your legends, nothing is impossible.' 'How?' I asked, unable to take my eyes from the pool- the silver, but also the blue and red and pink and yellow glittering beneath, the lightness of it... 'I don't know- I never asked, and no one ever explained.”

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A Court of Thorns and Roses

This novel is a blend of fantasy and romance, set in a world where magic is real and love can be dangerous. The story follows a young protagonist who becomes entangled in a complex web of politics, magic, and forbidden love. more

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Sarah J. Maas
Sarah J. Maas

Sarah J. Maas is an American author known for her fantasy novels. Her works are celebrated for their rich imagination, complex characters, and gripping plots. Born on March 5, 1986, Maas has developed a passion for writing from a young age and has become a successful author in her own right. more

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