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“Jenna and Archer shared a look. “-Why would we need to ‘stay in touch’?” Jenna asked. “-Well, because…Look, I can’t ask you guys to stay at Hex Hall for a whole other year. Jenna, you have Vix, and Archer, you have…Actually, what DO you have?” “-You,” he said firmly. “And a whole bunch of holy knights who want to kill me.”

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Spell Bound

This book takes readers on a journey through a magical realm, where spells and enchantments play a pivotal role in the lives of its inhabitants. The narrative delves into the mysteries of magic, offering a rich tapestry of fantastical creatures and magical events. more

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Rachel Hawkins
Rachel Hawkins

Rachel Hawkins, born on November 23, 1979, is a renowned American author. Known for her works in fantasy, horror, and young adult literature, she has gained a significant following among readers. more

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