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“Finally, Grom shakes his head. "She's a Half-Breed, Galen." Mom's head snaps toward him. "She's my daughter," she says slowly. She pulls herself from his lap and stands over him, hands on hips. Oh, he's in serious shiznit now. And I can't help but feel elated about it."Are you saying my daughter's not good enough for your brother?" Yeah, Grom, are you? Huh, huh are you? Grom sighs, the triviality in his expression softening into something else. "Nalia, love-" "Don't you 'Nalia, love' me." Mom crosses her arms”

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Book:Of Triton
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Of Triton

A narrative that delves into the legends and lore surrounding the ancient Greek sea god Triton, examining his role in mythology and the impact of his stories on human culture. more

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Anna Banks
Anna Banks

Anna Banks is a contemporary author known for her unique imagination and profound emotional expression. Her exact birth and death dates are unknown. more

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