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“He tasted deeper, holding himself over me, and suddenly he was everywhere; his knee trapping my leg, his lips grazing warm, rough, sensuous. He splayed his hand at the small of my back, holding me tightly, driving me to sink my fingers deeper into him, clinging to him as if letting go would mean losing part of myself.”

Quote by Becca Fitzpatrick

Book:Silence

Work

Silence

This novel delves into the struggles of a young Portuguese Jesuit priest who faces the challenges of his faith and the harsh realities of missionary work in Japan. Set against the backdrop of religious conflict and cultural clash, the story examines the complexities of belief and the human capacity for resilience. more

Author

Becca Fitzpatrick
Becca Fitzpatrick

Becca Fitzpatrick is an American author known for her young adult literature. Born on February 3, 1979, she graduated from the University of California, Los Angeles. Her works are celebrated for their rich imagination and emotional depth, appealing to a wide audience of young readers. more

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