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Blood and Chocolate

In this captivating fantasy, a young girl named Vivian finds herself in a world where humans and supernatural creatures coexist. As she navigates her new life, she learns about her family's dark past and her own inherited powers. The story weaves a tale of love, loss, and the struggle to belong in a world where the line between human and creature is blurred. more

Author

Annette Curtis Klause
Annette Curtis Klause

Annette Curtis Klause, born on June 20, 1953, is an American writer known for her works in young adult literature. Her writing focuses on the emotional and psychological changes in the lives of teenagers, and her style is unique and highly appreciated by readers. Klause's works, such as 'Perfume: The Story of a Murderer' and 'Cat's Eye', have become classics in the genre of young adult literature. more

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