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Rebel Angels

Rebel Angels is a fictional narrative that delves into the complexities of individual rebellion and the quest for spiritual enlightenment. Set in the modern world, the story follows characters as they navigate their personal struggles and the societal norms that they challenge. more

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Libba Bray
Libba Bray

Libba Bray is an American author known for her fantasy and young adult literature. Born on March 11, 1964, she graduated from the College of William & Mary. Bray's works often explore complex relationships and deep emotions, making her a favorite among readers. more

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