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“Though there was no sound, there was a change. The atmosphere, which had gone tense at my accusation, relaxed. I wondered how I knew this. I had a strange sensation that I was somehow receiving more than my five senses were giving me - almost a feeling that there was another sense, on the fringes, not quite harnessed. Intuition? That was almost the right word. As if any creature needed more than five senses.”

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Stephenie Meyer
Stephenie Meyer

Stephenie Meyer, born on December 24, 1973, is a renowned American author. She gained fame with her Twilight series, which has a massive global readership and was adapted into a successful film franchise. more

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