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Madame Tussaud: A Novel of the French Revolution

Madame Tussaud: A Novel of the French Revolution is a historical fiction that delves into the tumultuous period of the French Revolution, narrating the story of Marie Tussaud, a renowned wax sculptor. The novel explores her life and work during this pivotal era in French history, highlighting her unique talent and her close proximity to the events of the revolution. more

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Michelle Moran
Michelle Moran

American novelist, born on August 11, 1980. Known for her historical novels, Moran combines historical background with fictional storytelling, which has won her a wide audience. more

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