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“But no good comes of giving away pieces of our heart in the midst of a war." Pere Clément waited until she looked up and met his eye. "It's dangerous, Eva." Eva knew then that he wasn't just talking about the children. She thought of Rémy, whom she'd been seeing less of lately as he became more involved in running errands for the underground. "It's more dangerous not to, I think.”

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The Book of Lost Names

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Kristin Harmel
Kristin Harmel

Kristin Harmel, born on May 4, 1979, is an accomplished American novelist. Her works are known for their rich emotional depth and engaging storytelling, which have won her a dedicated following. more

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