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“You must have had such a great childhood with a man like that for your father. (Delphine) Yeah. All puppy dogs and rainbows and those weird furry people with padded coat hangers on their heads that look like space aliens on acid. (Jericho) You mean the Teletubbies? (Berith) The fact that you know what they're called, Berith, truly scares me. (Jericho) As a demon of torture, it behooves me to know all things that are deeply annoying. You'd be amazed how many people in the modern age no longer fear zombies as much as Teletubbies. (Berith) Not really. I'd rather battle a brain-eating zombie any day than hear them sing. (Jericho)”

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Dream Warrior

This book follows the adventures of a young warrior who discovers his destiny in a world filled with magic and ancient traditions. more

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Sherrilyn Kenyon
Sherrilyn Kenyon

Sherrilyn Kenyon is an American author known for her fantasy and romance novels. Born in 1965, she has gained a wide readership globally since the early 1990s. Kenyon is praised for her unique narrative style and portrayal of complex character relationships. more

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