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“I was just going to say it reminds me of the symbols on a family crest.” Noah stopped mid-stride, and turned very slowly. “We’re not related.” “I know, but—” “Don’t even think it.”

Quote by Michelle Hodkin

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The Evolution of Mara Dyer

In this young adult novel, readers are introduced to Mara Dyer, a young woman who grapples with her own identity and the enigmatic occurrences surrounding her. The story delves into her journey as she uncovers secrets from her past, all while dealing with the supernatural elements that seem to be intertwined with her destiny. more

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Michelle Hodkin
Michelle Hodkin

Michelle Hodkin is a British author known for her young adult novels. Her works are characterized by their unique style and deep emotional exploration. more

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