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“I believe I'll be the judge of how much peril you're worth," he said with a smile. "You're daft." "Again, besotted." he said, squeezing her hand. "I'll tell you of it in glorious detail if you can stay awake long enough to hear it." She smiled at him, which eased his heart a bit.”

Quote by Lynn Kurland

Book:Spellweaver
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Spellweaver

Spellweaver is a captivating tale set in a world where magic is a powerful force, shaping the destiny of its inhabitants. The story follows a protagonist who discovers their own magical abilities and embarks on a journey to understand and harness their powers. more

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Lynn Kurland
Lynn Kurland

Lynn Kurland is a renowned American author known for her romance novels. Her works are typically set in historical settings and blend romance, suspense, and fantasy elements, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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