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“Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as I burned, she was safe.”

Quote by Stephenie Meyer

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Stephenie Meyer

Stephenie Meyer, born on December 24, 1973, is a renowned American author. She gained fame with her Twilight series, which has a massive global readership and was adapted into a successful film franchise. more

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