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British Bulldog

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Sara Sheridan
Sara Sheridan

Sara Sheridan is a British writer born in 1968. Her works span across historical novels, children's literature, and adult fiction. Sheridan is known for her rich imagination and deep understanding of history, often blending elements of mystery and adventure in her novels. more

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