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“We looked at each other for a minute, not saying anything, but I could feel the air between us shift. It became thick, sultry, and tangible—like when the air changes right before a storm. I could feel its power envelop me as it brushed across my skin. Even though I couldn’t see it, I knew a storm was coming.”

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Book:Tiger's Curse
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Tiger's Curse

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Colleen Houck
Colleen Houck

Colleen Houck is an American author known for her young adult fantasy novels. Her works blend elements of mythology, magic, and adventure, which are highly appreciated by young readers. more

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