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“How I long to feel the weight of a book in my hand. How I long to turn a page, and pass through the print as you'd pass through a door, into that world of wise and lofty spirits, of strange animals, of noble deeds and faraway cities. If only I could crawl into a book and stay there for the rest of my life.”

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Pagan's Scribe

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Catherine Jinks
Catherine Jinks

Catherine Jinks is an Australian author renowned for her young adult literature. Born in 1963, she has a passion for writing that has shaped her career. Her works often delve into complex social issues, making them popular among readers. more

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