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“Beside Ruby, the Darkling lay in his black kefta. Who had tended him? I wondered, feeling an ache rise in my throat. Who had combed his dark hair back so neatly from his forehead? Who had folded his graceful hands on his chest?”

Quote by Leigh Bardugo

Book:Ruin and Rising
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Ruin and Rising

In this fantasy novel, the protagonist embarks on a perilous quest, encountering various obstacles and allies as they strive to overcome a dark and ominous fate. more

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Leigh Bardugo
Leigh Bardugo

Leigh Bardugo is a contemporary American author known for her fantasy novels. Born on April 6, 1975, she graduated from Stanford University with a degree in Comparative Literature. Bardugo's works have received critical acclaim for their complex characters, rich imagination, and profound themes. more

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