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“Nesta looked to me- and I could have sworn fear shone there, and guilt and... some other feeling. 'You told me to run.' 'You're my sister,' was all I said. She'd once tried to cross the wall to save me.”

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A Court of Wings and Ruin

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Sarah J. Maas
Sarah J. Maas

Sarah J. Maas is an American author known for her fantasy novels. Her works are celebrated for their rich imagination, complex characters, and gripping plots. Born on March 5, 1986, Maas has developed a passion for writing from a young age and has become a successful author in her own right. more

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