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“I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it feels, in that moment, absolutely right.”

Quote by Cynthia Hand

Book:Hallowed
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Hallowed

In Hallowed, readers are transported to a world where the line between the sacred and the sinister blurs. The story delves into the lives of characters who must confront their innermost fears and make profound sacrifices to protect what they hold dear. The narrative weaves together elements of fantasy and horror, creating an immersive experience that challenges the boundaries of reality. more

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Cynthia Hand
Cynthia Hand

Cynthia Hand is an American author born in 1978. She is known for her young adult literature, particularly the 'Guardians' series, which combines elements of fantasy, romance, and growth. more

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