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“This is the real Madame. I can see why she hides herself in accents and gems and exotic perfumes. I can see why she's grown to hate anything to do with love. She isn't evil or corrupt the way that Vaughn is. She's broken. Only broken.”

Quote by Lauren DeStefano

Book:Sever
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Sever

Sever is a work of fiction that delves into the complexities of self-discovery and change, offering readers a narrative that challenges conventional perceptions of character and reality. more

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Lauren DeStefano
Lauren DeStefano

Lauren DeStefano is an American author known for her science fiction novels. Born on October 13, 1984, she graduated from Yale University with a Master of Fine Arts in Literature. Before becoming an author, she worked as an editor and teacher. DeStefano's debut novel, 'Waking God,' was published in 2011 and received widespread acclaim. Her works are celebrated for their unique perspective on the relationship between technology and human ethics. more

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