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“Nora knows better than most that nothing lasts forever. Life doesn't, love doesn't, hope doesn't, so why would death, hate, or despair? Nothing is permanent. Not even the end of the world.”

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Book:The New Hunger
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The New Hunger

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Isaac Marion
Isaac Marion

Isaac Marion is an American writer known for his works of fantasy, particularly the 'Twilight' series. His novels often explore themes of love, death, and the supernatural. Born in 1981, Marion developed a passion for writing from a young age and turned it into a career. His first novel, 'Twilight,' was published in 2005 and quickly became a bestseller, leading to a successful film adaptation. Marion's works have gained widespread acclaim and have had a significant impact on contemporary fantasy literature. more

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