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“You hit me again," I said, growing oddly annoyed. "Ya think?" Evil Riggs said. Smart-ass. "Part of my brain hurts. I demand to know what that part of my brain is called and what its job is.”

Quote by Darynda Jones

Book:Second Grave on the Left
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Second Grave on the Left

In this mystery novel, the protagonist navigates the complexities of a small town while unraveling a series of intriguing and mysterious deaths. The story delves into the nuances of human behavior and the dark underbelly of a seemingly peaceful community. more

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Darynda Jones
Darynda Jones

Darynda Jones, born in 1965, is an acclaimed American author known for her unique sense of humor and emotional depth in her novels. Her works have gained widespread attention and praise from readers. more

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Book:Hitch 22: A Memoir
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Book:Jordan's Brains: A Zombie Evolution
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Book:The Dying of the Light
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