Penelope DeWeerd

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I feared myself. Didn’t trust this wild, vicious blackness inside my chest. How it writhed and slithered, twisting at my core, carving itself through the gap in my ribs in an attempt to escape my meager control. My gift. My curse.
Feathers So Vicious (Court of Ravens, #1)
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