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“Savitar stroked his chin. "Interesting, isn't it? What do you have to say about that, Fury?" The muzzle vanished. "They're on crack." Savitar shook his head. "Anyone else on crack?”

Quote by Sherrilyn Kenyon

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Dead After Dark

This novel delves into the mysterious and perilous aspects of the night, weaving a tale of suspense and danger that keeps readers on the edge of their seats. more

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Sherrilyn Kenyon
Sherrilyn Kenyon

Sherrilyn Kenyon is an American author known for her fantasy and romance novels. Born in 1965, she has gained a wide readership globally since the early 1990s. Kenyon is praised for her unique narrative style and portrayal of complex character relationships. more

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