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“Brigid couldn't help but be charmed by this clever girl, with her baby doll freckles and wild red curls. She'd clearly inherited all the best of the Duncan clan. Sadie's energy, Rose's warmth, Ivy's optimism, her mother's beauty. According to the last report filed by Brigid's private investigator, Sybil worked three lunch shifts a week at a soup kitchen in her neighborhood. She fed a colony of feral cats near the Brooklyn waterfront and picked up trash in Prospect Park.”

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Book:The Women of Wild Hill
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The Women of Wild Hill

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Kirsten Miller
Kirsten Miller

Kirsten Miller is a contemporary novelist born in 1973. Her works are known for their fantasy and science fiction elements, which have won her a dedicated readership. more

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