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“Nerd herd, focus. You're here to help the fledglings. Dour One and Dour Two aren't important," said Aphrodite. "Dr. Seuss reference. I like it," Stark said, giving me a check-me-out-I've-always-read-books hottie grin. Aphrodite frowned at him. "I said focus, not flirt.”

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P. C. Cast
P. C. Cast

P.C. Cast is an American author known for her fantasy novel series, 'The House of Night'. Her works blend mythology, magic, and modern elements, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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