Danielle Reddy

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I stood in the puddle of blood until it grew cold, holding the faerie’s spindly hand and stroking his hair, wondering if he knew I’d lied when I’d sworn he would get his wings back, wondering if, wherever he had now gone, he had gotten them back.
A Court of Thorns and Roses (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #1)
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