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“Because I don’t feel broken when you look at me.”

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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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Book:Bloodlines

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Source: Algerian Chronicles

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