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“When I was little, I used to think that the sky at night was a big, black blanket that separated heaven from earth, and the stars were a whole bunch of little pin holes that the angels poked in the blanket so they could look down on us.”

Quote by Robin Jones Gunn

Work

Yours Forever

This book delves into the complexities of a deep and abiding love story, illustrating the emotional journey of two characters who are destined to be together. more

Author

Robin Jones Gunn
Robin Jones Gunn

Robin Jones Gunn (born April 18, 1955) is an American Christian fiction author known for her young adult and women's novels. She is best known for the 'Christy Miller' series and the 'Glenbrooke Stories' series, which have sold over 4 million copies worldwide and been translated into multiple languages. Her works often explore themes of faith, friendship, and personal growth, resonating with young readers. Born in Wisconsin, she now resides in Oregon, continuing her writing and speaking ministry. more

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