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“Love is no rose. It's a goddam weed that digs its roots in deep, there's no hope of getting it out. - Nina Valance, human novelist married to a telekinetic (circa 1977)”

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Book:Silver Silence
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Silver Silence

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Nalini Singh
Nalini Singh

Nalini Singh is a renowned Canadian science fiction author known for her unique blend of romance and fantasy elements. Born in 1977, she began writing in 1999 and has since published numerous works. Her novels often combine science fiction, fantasy, and romance, winning her a dedicated fan base. more

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