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Crossed

In a world ravaged by a virus that has turned its victims into mindless, zombie-like creatures, 'Crossed' follows the struggles of a group of survivors navigating the treacherous landscape. The story explores themes of survival, morality, and the human spirit in the face of overwhelming adversity. more

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Ally Condie
Ally Condie

Ally Condie is an American novelist born on November 2, 1971. She is known for her young adult literature and science fiction novels, with her most famous work being the 'Matched' trilogy. This series has gained immense popularity for its unique love story and profound exploration of the future society. more

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