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“People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die. The person you were moments ago dies... Gone. Everything solid, everything real, is gone. It doesn't come back. The world is forever fractured, so that you walk on the crust of an earth where you can always feel the heat under you, the press of lava, that is so hot it can burn flesh, melt bone, and the very air is poisonous. To survive, you swallow the heat. To keep from falling through and dying for real, you swallow all that hate. You push it down inside you, into that fresh grave that is all that is left of what you thought the world would be.”

Quote by Laurell K. Hamilton

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Blood Noir

Blood Noir is a gripping tale that explores the seedy underbelly of a city, where secrets and danger lurk around every corner. The story follows a protagonist caught in a web of deceit and violence, as they navigate through a world where the line between good and evil is blurred. more

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Laurell K. Hamilton
Laurell K. Hamilton

Laurell K. Hamilton is an American author renowned for her best-selling novel series 'Harry Potter'. Born on February 19, 1963, she is a prolific writer whose works span a variety of literary genres including fantasy, horror, and romance. more

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