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“Asi es como funciona la memoria-comentó en voz de queda Bitterblue-. Los recuerdos desaparecen sin permiso, y despues regresan del mismo modo, sin preguntarnos.-A veces volvían incompletos y deformados.”

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Bitterblue

In this fantasy novel, Bitterblue, the young queen of Monsea, grapples with the aftermath of her father's reign of terror. She seeks to rebuild her kingdom and restore justice, all while dealing with the secrets and lies that have long been buried within her court. more

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Kristin Cashore
Kristin Cashore

Kristin Cashore, born in 1976, is an accomplished American writer known for her unique narrative style and profound thematic explorations. Her works are highly appreciated by both young and adult readers. more

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