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“Solo hay una cosa que ya sé con certeza — Se volvió, su ojos de un claro negro — que haría cualquier cosa por ti, incluso si eso significa ir en contra de mis instintos o de mi propia naturaleza. Dejaría todas las cosas que poseo, hasta mi alma por ti. Si eso no es amor, es lo mejor que tengo.”

Quote by Becca Fitzpatrick

Book:Silence

Work

Silence

This novel delves into the struggles of a young Portuguese Jesuit priest who faces the challenges of his faith and the harsh realities of missionary work in Japan. Set against the backdrop of religious conflict and cultural clash, the story examines the complexities of belief and the human capacity for resilience. more

Author

Becca Fitzpatrick
Becca Fitzpatrick

Becca Fitzpatrick is an American author known for her young adult literature. Born on February 3, 1979, she graduated from the University of California, Los Angeles. Her works are celebrated for their rich imagination and emotional depth, appealing to a wide audience of young readers. more

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