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“For the merest moment I couldn't breathe. Something inside me quivered, some oud string plucked by his words, and if I breathed it would stop. He did not know the truth of me, yet he had perceived something true about me that no one else had ever noticed. And in spite of that—or perhaps because of it—he believed me good, believed me worth taking seriously, and his belief, for one vertiginous moment, made me want to be better than I was.”

Quote by Rachel Hartman

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Seraphina

In this richly imagined fantasy world, Seraphina, a young woman with a unique talent, is the secret conservator of the seraphim, a group of mythical creatures living in harmony with humans. As she navigates the complex political landscape and her own personal journey, she must keep her secret identity hidden while uncovering a dangerous conspiracy that threatens the delicate balance between the two worlds. more

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Rachel Hartman
Rachel Hartman

Rachel Hartman, born on July 9, 1972, is an accomplished American author of children's literature. Known for her unique literary style and profound thematic explorations, her works, including the 'Seraphina' series and the 'The DragonKeeper Chronicles', have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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