Jenna Salvini

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“It was those wicked faeries,” Emrys went on, the words resonating in every crack and crevice, “that you always had to watch for on the ancient roads, or in the woods, or on nights like this, when you can hear the wind moaning your name.”
Throne of Glass (Throne of Glass #0.1–0.5, 1–7)
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