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“I'm gonna kill him," Eve said, or at least that was what it sounded like filtered through the pillow. Stake him right in the heart, shove garlic up his ass, and-and-" And what?" (Michael) When did you get home?" Claire demanded. Apparently just in time to hear my funeral plans. I especially like the garlic up the ass. It's...different.”

Quote by Rachel Caine

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Feast of Fools

Feast of Fools is a richly detailed fantasy novel that delves into the complexities of a world where the line between the magical and the mundane blurs. The story follows a protagonist who navigates a landscape of political intrigue and personal struggle, ultimately seeking redemption amidst a backdrop of fantastical creatures and ancient magic. more

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Rachel Caine
Rachel Caine

Rachel Caine, born on April 27, 1962, is a renowned American science fiction and fantasy writer. Her works are known for their unique worldviews and rich imagination, which have won her a large fan base. more

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