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“She smiled. It was not a pretty smile. It did not make her weather worn face light up. The bones of the earth were her teeth, her breath was the wind, the fires of the earth were alight in her eyes, and her blood pumped with the strength of the sea.”

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Book:Ravenwood
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Ravenwood

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Nathan Lowell
Nathan Lowell

Nathan Lowell, born on October 12, 1952, is an American writer known for his works in science fiction and fantasy. His writing has gained popularity among readers for its unique imagination and profound thematic exploration. more

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