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Rose Daughter

In this story, a young woman's life is forever altered by a mysterious rose and the enigmatic man who gifts it to her. The narrative delves into the complexities of her relationship with this man and the profound impact the rose has on her destiny. more

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Robin McKinley
Robin McKinley

Robin McKinley is an American children's literature author known for her modern interpretations of myths and legends. Her works, rich in imagination and deep emotion, have won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

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