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“He might be out of her skin, but she'd left him as something other than what he'd been before- not moral, but not strong enough to deserve the title of Dark King.”

Quote by Melissa Marr

Book:Ink Exchange
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Ink Exchange

In this story, a young girl discovers her connection to a mysterious world of ink and magic, leading her on an adventure that intertwines her destiny with that of her new friend. more

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Melissa Marr
Melissa Marr

Melissa Marr, born on July 25, 1972, is an American author known for her works in fantasy and young adult literature. more

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