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“I don't suppose you offered to help?" "Sage," Adrian declared. "These hands don't do manual labor." He knocked another ball into a hole. "You want to play?" "What? With you?" "No, with Clarence." He sighed at my dumbfounded look. "Yes, of course with me.”

Quote by Richelle Mead

Book:Bloodlines
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Bloodlines

This engrossing narrative explores the intricate relationships and power struggles within a prominent family, offering a compelling look at the human condition and the consequences of blood ties. more

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Richelle Mead
Richelle Mead

Richelle Mead is an American author renowned for her young adult fantasy novels. Her most famous work is the 'Vampire Diaries' series, which has gained a massive global readership. Mead's books often blend history, mythology, and modern elements, appealing to young readers. more

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