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“Finally, thank you very much to Jeaniene Frost and Jill Myles. This book does have sex in it. Please don't hit me anymore." ~Ilona Andrews in the Acknowledgements section of Magic Bleeds”

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Ilona Andrews
Ilona Andrews

Ilona Andrews is an American science fiction novelist known for her unique world-building and engaging storytelling. Her works have gained popularity among readers for their imaginative plots and profound themes. more

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