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“-every night for seven months and seven days, he must bring her a cube of fresh human flesh. He may cut it from himself or from another, whichever he prefers.”

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The Stolen Heir

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Holly Black
Holly Black

Holly Black, born on November 10, 1971, is a renowned fantasy fiction writer from the United States. Her works are known for their unique imagination and profound emotional depth, which have won her a large fan base. more

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