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“Three children lay on the rocks at the water's edge. A dark-haired girl, two boys, slightly older. This image is caught forever in my memory, like some fragile creature preserved in amber.”

Quote by Juliet Marillier

Book:Daughter of the Forest

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Daughter of the Forest

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Juliet Marillier

Juliet Marillier is a renowned Irish author known for her fantasy novels. Her works often blend history, mythology, and folklore, making them highly popular among readers. more

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