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“There was so much about our past that I still didn't understand, and I wasn't one to tell the future. I could only tell the way the world worked. History was a tangled thing, people were resilient, and the one constant law of the world was that it would heal.”

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Book:Fiendish
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Fiendish

Fiendish is a suspenseful and chilling narrative that explores the depths of human evil and the psychological undercurrents that drive its protagonists to the brink of madness. more

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Brenna Yovanoff
Brenna Yovanoff

Brenna Yovanoff is an American author known for her horror and young adult novels. Born on October 2, 1979, she graduated from The Ohio State University. Her works often delve into complex human relationships and the supernatural, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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