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“If envy is red and doubt is black then happiness is brown. I looked from the little brown stone to the tiny brown freckle to her huge brown eyes.”

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Annabel Pitcher
Annabel Pitcher

Annabel Pitcher is a British writer born in 1982. Her works are known for their deep emotions and rich imagination, especially in the field of young adult literature. Her debut novel, 'Skellig', won multiple awards, including the Carnegie Medal, and quickly became a classic in young adult literature. more

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