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“And yet, I've heard stories of wild dogs who would defend a stranger on the road to their last breath, simply because that person threw a crumb instead of a rock.”

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Book:Shadow of the Fox
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Shadow of the Fox

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Julie Kagawa
Julie Kagawa

Julie Kagawa is an American author known for her young adult fantasy novels. Her works include the 'Iron Fey' series and the 'The Lost Hero' series, which have gained popularity among readers. more

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Book:A Court of Thorns and Roses
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