Lydia Barclay

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I pull the bow over my head and slip an arrow from the quiver. I nock it, aim, and breathe deeply just as my father taught me to. And then I send the arrow flying toward its mark. Straight through the rabbit’s eye.
Lydia Barclay
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Powerless (The Powerless Trilogy, #1)
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