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“Dasha!' Rin yelled, 'Dasha!' A face looked up, then two. They started walking toward her, then running. Dasha was in front, her eyes set on Razo, her face caught in an expression of desperate hope. 'Razo,' she said, .... 'Razo, it had better be you. If it just looks like you, I am going to kill you. It had better-' He'd reached her by then. They embraced, and he swung her around, her legs lifting in the air, her tunic swirling...Then Dasha was kissing Razo's face and crying and smiling and declaring all his perfections. 'Well, this isn't half-bad,' said Razo, 'I think I'll die more often.' Dasha embraced him again and squeezed until Razo had to admit he was injured. 'Love the lips, not the ribs,' he said, and pulled her into a long kiss.”

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Forest Born

In Forest Born, readers are transported to a magical world where a young protagonist discovers their true identity amidst a backdrop of ancient forests and mythical creatures. The story delves into the complexities of self-discovery and the struggle to fulfill a prophecy, all within the enchanting and perilous realm of the forest. more

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Shannon Hale
Shannon Hale

Shannon Hale is an American author born on January 26, 1974. She is known for her works in fantasy and young adult literature, which have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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