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Crown Duel

In a world where the fate of a kingdom hangs in the balance, a young noblewoman must outwit her cunning rival in a series of duels. This thrilling novel combines elements of fantasy and romance, as the protagonist navigates a treacherous political landscape while fighting for her place in the royal line. more

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Sherwood Smith
Sherwood Smith

Sherwood Smith is an American author known for her fantasy and science fiction novels. Born in 1951, she began writing in 1983. Smith's works often explore themes of gender, power, and social structures. more

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