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“The baby was almost certainly one year old. They knew this because of the red rosette pinned to her front, which read, 1! "Or rather," said Charles Maxim, "the child is either one year old or she has come first in a competition. I believe babies are rarely keen participants in competitive sport. Shall we therefore assume it is the former?”

Quote by Katherine Rundell

Book:Rooftoppers
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Rooftoppers

This novel follows the story of a young girl who discovers her unique abilities and embarks on a quest to uncover the truth about her origins and the enigmatic Jackal who leads her. more

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Katherine Rundell
Katherine Rundell

Katherine Rundell is a British author born in 1987. Her works are known for their rich imagination and profound emotional depth, spanning both children's literature and adult fiction. more

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