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“You’ve loved with intensity and passion, and have learned to hide your heartache, learned to press your handkerchief back into your pocket and pretend that you are okay.”

Quote by Jaclyn Moriarty

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A Corner of White

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Jaclyn Moriarty
Jaclyn Moriarty

Jaclyn Moriarty is an Australian novelist born in 1968. Her works are known for their unique narrative style and rich imagination, covering a variety of literary genres, including fantasy, mystery, and young adult literature. Moriarty's books are beloved by readers and have won multiple Australian literary awards. more

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