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“Carefully bracing himself so that he wouldn't hurt her, he leaned over and brushed his lips against hers. He raised his head. Her haunted sapphire eyes stared at him. "Daemon?" There was so much uncertainty in her voice. "Hello, sweetheart," he said, his voice husky with the effort not to cry. "I've missed you." Her hand moved slowly, with effort, until it rested against his face. Her lips curved into a smile. "Daemon." This time, when she said his name, it sounded like a promise, like a lovely caress.”

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Queen of the Darkness

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Anne Bishop
Anne Bishop

Anne Bishop is an American author known for her works in fantasy and horror novels. Born in 1955, she has gained recognition for her unique literary style and rich imagination. Her writing career began in the 1980s, with her first novel 'The House of Night' published in 1989. She has since published numerous works, including the famous 'The Others' series. Anne Bishop's novels have won numerous awards, including the Hugo Award and the Nebula Award. Her works are highly praised for their complex plots and profound character psychological descriptions. Anne Bishop's contributions have had a significant impact on contemporary fantasy literature, providing readers with abundant imaginative space and prompting deep reflections on issues of human nature, morality, and the meaning of existence. more

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