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“Aw, boss.” The redcap who was spit on smiled at me and licked his fangs. “Can’t we chew on the princess, just a little?” One-Eyed Jack slapped the offending faery upside the head without looking at him. “Idiot,” he snapped. “I have no desire to pick your frozen guts off the pavement. Now move, you stupid lot. Before I lose my temper.”

Quote by Julie Kagawa

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The Iron Queen

In this fantasy novel, the protagonist is a queen who governs a kingdom known for its iron and steel production. The story delves into her reign, exploring themes of power, politics, and the challenges of leadership in a world where metal is a precious resource. more

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Julie Kagawa
Julie Kagawa

Julie Kagawa is an American author known for her young adult fantasy novels. Her works include the 'Iron Fey' series and the 'The Lost Hero' series, which have gained popularity among readers. more

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