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Claire Legrand amerikai

1986. május 2. (Irving, Texas, Egyesült Államok) –

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Könyvei 15

Claire Legrand: Furyborn
Claire Legrand: Kingsbane
Claire Legrand: Sawkill Girls
Claire Legrand: The Year of Shadows
Claire Legrand: Some Kind of Happiness
Claire Legrand: Lightbringer
Claire Legrand: The Cavendish Home for Boys and Girls
Claire Legrand: Winterspell
Claire Legrand: Foxheart
Claire Legrand: Zorngeboren

Kapcsolódó sorozatok: The Empirium Trilogy angol · Die Empirium Trilogie német · Furyborn spanyol · Trilogia Empirium-Cartea román · Összes sorozat »

Illusztrálásai 1

Daniéle Fossette: El árbol de los abuelos

Antológiák 1

The Cabinet of Curiosities

Népszerű idézetek

Naiva P>!

We are more than what's been done to us. We are more then our anger.

Naiva P>!

Like the sun and the moon. Like day and night. I am the shore and you are the sea, my darling. The wild, wild sea – ever-changing and mighty. I need your passion, and you need something steady to come home to. An anchor, warm and sunlit.

Naiva P>!

It’s unfair that you should have to bear so much.” “Me? Or women?

Naiva P>!

I’ve looked at you so many times that I see you when I close my eyes. I can’t shake you.

Naiva P>!

He was the steady voice in her mind that spoke to her when she didn't feel steady at all.

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„We all have darkness inside us, Rielle,” he said, his voice rough. „That is what it means to be human.”

271. oldal

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Audric Courverie · Rielle Dardenne
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If you are afraid, sad, tired, or lonely if you feel lost or strange if you crave stories and adventure, and the magic possibility of a forest path – this book is for you.

Dedication

Naiva P>!

Some say the Queen was frightened in her last moments. But I like to think that she was angry.

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She stared at him for a helpless, frozen moment, drinking up the sight of him—the dark fall of his hair, the beautiful square line of his jaw. Her throat filled up with all the things she had never said, and all the things she had.
None of it was enough.

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Eliana Ferracora · Harkan