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“How did you merit so much devotion so quickly?' I asked, making no attempt to keep the sarcasm from my voice. 'I show them Heaven', said she, without a trace of irony. 'People are so desperate for light'.”

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Book:Shadow Scale
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Shadow Scale

In this fantasy novel, a young hero embarks on a dangerous journey to confront a powerful and mysterious force that threatens the world. more

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Rachel Hartman
Rachel Hartman

Rachel Hartman, born on July 9, 1972, is an accomplished American author of children's literature. Known for her unique literary style and profound thematic explorations, her works, including the 'Seraphina' series and the 'The DragonKeeper Chronicles', have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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