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“Daemon clung to Surreal as she flew along the Winds, too weak to argue, too spent to care. His heart, however... His heart held on fiercely to Jaenelle's soft, sighing caress of his name. Everything has a price.”

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Book:Daughter of the Blood
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Daughter of the Blood

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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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