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“...it would have been nice, she supposed. It would have been nice to have one person who knew the absolute truth about her--and didn't hate her for it. It would have been really, really nice. She walked away without another word. With each step she took back to her room, that flickering light inside of her guttered. And went out.”

Quote by Sarah J. Maas

Book:Heir of Fire
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Heir of Fire

In this fantasy novel, the protagonist embarks on an epic quest in a world filled with magic and danger. The story follows their growth and development as they navigate a complex political landscape and face numerous challenges. more

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Sarah J. Maas
Sarah J. Maas

Sarah J. Maas is an American author known for her fantasy novels. Her works are celebrated for their rich imagination, complex characters, and gripping plots. Born on March 5, 1986, Maas has developed a passion for writing from a young age and has become a successful author in her own right. more

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