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“Thank you,” he whispered. “At least I can know for certain that, for one brief moment of our time together, you and I felt the same thing.”

Quote by Kiera Cass

Work

The Elite

The Elite is a fictional narrative that delves into the complexities of human nature and societal structures. Set in a world where individuals are ranked based on their abilities and achievements, the story follows characters as they navigate the challenges and consequences of their elite status. more

Author

Kiera Cass
Kiera Cass

Kiera Cass is an American author known for her young adult novels. Her most famous work is the 'The Selection' series, which tells the story of a fictional beauty contest. Born in 1981, Cass's writing career began with young adult literature. Her first book, 'The Selection,' was published in 2010 and quickly became a bestseller, spawning a series of sequels. Cass's works have gained significant international success and are highly praised for their unique perspective and deep exploration of the emotional lives of teenagers. more

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