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“The figure in the doorway ducked; the brick hit the wall, and Luke straightened up and looked at her curiously. I hope when we're married, that's not the way you greet me every day when I come home, he said.”

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Book:City of Heavenly Fire
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City of Heavenly Fire

This book is a part of a larger series, blending elements of fantasy and adventure. It follows the journey of its protagonist through a world rich in magical creatures and political intrigue. The story is known for its intricate plot and well-developed characters, offering readers a deep dive into a vividly imagined universe. more

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Cassandra Clare
Cassandra Clare

Cassandra Clare is a renowned American author, best known for her young adult fantasy novel series, 'The Mortal Instruments'. Her works blend elements of magic, romance, and adventure, captivating young readers worldwide. more

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