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“There are two sacred causes in this world,” he said, holding up his pinkie and ring ringer. “Chance and necessity. By chance I was there to help when you had need.”

Quote by Rachel Hartman

Book:Seraphina
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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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