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“Four days,” he said, just loudly enough for those in the room to hear. “That’s how long it took me to defeat Sam Temple.” Caine locked eyes with Drake. “Four days,” Caine sneered. “What did you accomplish in the three months I was sick?” Drake met his gaze, then wavered, and looked down at the floor. There was red in his cheeks, a dangerous glitter in his eyes, but he could not meet Caine’s triumphant scowl. “Remember this when you finally decide it’s time to take me on, Drake.”

Quote by Michael Grant

Book:Hunger
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Hunger

In this gripping narrative, the protagonist navigates a harsh, unforgiving world where scarcity and desperation are the norm. The story delves into the psychological and physical toll of enduring extreme hunger, offering a poignant look at the human spirit under duress. more

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Michael Grant
Michael Grant

Michael Grant is an American young adult author known for his distinctive narrative style and profound insights into social issues. His works often focus on the growth of teenagers and complex social topics, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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