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“But this part of me...' Mor wiped at her tears with her free hand. 'It didn't matter as much, when my family disowned me. When they called me a whore and a piece of trash. When they hurt me. Because those things... they weren't part of me. Weren't true, and weren't... intrinsic. They couldn't break me because... because they never touched that innermost part of me. They never even guessed. But I hid it... I've hidden it because...' She tilted back her head, looking skyward. 'Because I live in terror of my family finding out- and shaming me, hurting me about this one thing that has remained wholly mine. This one part of me. I won't let them... won't let them destroy it. Or try to.”

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A Court of Wings and Ruin

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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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