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“Describe the shape of his face. Round, square?" "Rectangular, I suppose, with a cleft chin." "We're not at the chin yet." "Well, pardon me," he retorted, stung by her snippy tone. She tilted her head and drew a deep breath.”

Quote by Gaelen Foley

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Lord of Fire

In this fantasy novel, the protagonist discovers the power of fire and must navigate a world where this element holds immense significance. The story delves into themes of destiny, power, and the struggle for control over a world shaped by the fiery forces. more

Author

Gaelen Foley
Gaelen Foley

Gaelen Foley is an American writer born on November 16, 1973. Her works span various literary genres, including novels, poetry, and plays. Foley is beloved by readers for her unique narrative style and profound insights into human nature. more

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