Some background on Oak and Suren for anyone who needs a refresher (with new edits)
This is after Cardan became a snake
This after Cardan’s head was chopped off at the coronation during the sentencing
Here are my thoughts
SOOO first thing that confused me with the description was that Holly called Suren the changeling queen (check my edit!) !!! One bc she is technically no longer a queen and two in order for her to to be a changeling Suren would have had to leave fairy for the mortal world!!!
But the discription also calls her a runaway soooooo maybe she ran away from fairyland and became a changeling that way (check my edit!)
Also let’s not forget the boon she owes Oak!!!!
Or that they were almost betrothed lol cute
So a reluctant prince on a quest with a scary queen
Hmmm
sounds a lil familiar
I can just imagine Cardan saying that the Greenbriar men have a pension to both being lazy and besotted with terrifying women
I’m so excited for this book
Edit:
TOTALLY MISSED THIS!!
@painfullysensible
SHE IS ALREADY A CHANGELING so ur telling me this poor 9 year old child was raised in the safety of the mortal world ONLY TO BE DRAGGED BACK TO END UP LIKE THIS!!!!
(From Suren’s wiki page)
So you mean to tell me that poor baby Suren was raised as a happy little changeling child going to school in the mortal world (where her evil parents dumped her for their own greedy purposes) playing video games and having a safe normal mortal life….
Until her wicked parents FORCEFULLY dragged her back to fairyland when THEY decided she would finally be useful to them.
AND THEN PAINFULLY ENSLAVED HER
they bound her with a cursed bridal and stitched a crown permanently onto her head and chained her wrist BY PENETRATING HER SKIN AND PUTTING A CHAIN THROUGH IT TO LEASH HER
What THE F&$@ I’m livid
So my NEW THOUGHTS With this additional information:
First of all Suren is a FANTASTIC CLONE CHARACTER TO THE WHOLE DUERTE FAMILY
Vivi was taken to the mortal world to be protected but then was forcefully dragged back around the same age that Suren was, by her own evil parent who wanted to use her (remember the Prophecy that made their mother run in the first place! It went something like: Eva’s child will be a more powerful weapon than One that Justin could ever forge) Madoc wanted that weapon
Jude and Tayrn also we’re stolen from the only life they ever knew. And Jude ended up being that weapon from the prophecy and Madoc knew that and definitely wanted to manipulate her to gain control
Suren is also a clone to Cardan, who was physically abused his family (like she was) and then was used as a puppet king (like she was) (yes jude treated him way better but it was still what happened)
AND OAK OMFG DONT GET ME STARTED ON HOW OAK AND SUREN CLONE AND FOIL EACHOTHER
The tl;dr Suren suffered the fate that Madoc would have subjected to Oak to, furthermore their lives and stories clone the other’s
A royal heir stolen away as a child
Lived a normal life til the time came for their parents to exploit them
To be used as a puppet king/queen
So they were again stolen away from the only life they ever knew
Also bonus their lives have been split between elfhame and the mortal world at opposite times of their lives
Let’s get into it
Madoc LITTERALLY was going to use Oak as his own puppet king!! It’s the whole reason Jude went through with everything!!! She sent Oak to the mortal world to protect him from that horrible and dangerous fate!
Oak was a royal heir stolen by Oriana. Then he was raised and loved by her, Madoc and his adoptive sisters.
Oak was SO LOVE IN FACT that when the opportunity came for his father to exploit him, his adoptive sister literally took over the country to prevent it from happening
Right before Jude found out about Oak, Vivi was like come back to the mortal world with me. Jude was like I’m not sure if I know how to be a human anymore… maybe I could learn, (learn to not be a power-hungry monster girl anymore) I could just turn over Cardan to Madoc, he’s never done anything for me anyways, maybe I could be human and live with my sister. BUT THEN SHE FOUND OUT THE TRUTH ABOUT OAK FROM ORIANA and so she had to construct the whole plan to betray Madoc and Cardan and to take over Fairyland.
Just so Oak could have a chance at the normal life she and her sisters never got so to protect him they stole him away from the life he had always know to live in the mortal world
JUDE WENT THROUGH HELL TO KEEP OAK SAFE, yes she kept at it bc of her lust for power but it all started with her love for Oak. This is how Loved Oak was. His family, specific Vivi, Oriana and Jude, went to great lengths to protect Oak
BUT POOR SUREN
she was royal heir stolen away to the mortal world and was raised their until the time came for her parents to exploit her
She was then again stolen away from the live she had always know and was abused and exploited as their puppet queen!!!
No one protected her
Except for Oak.
The boy prince who almost suffered the same fate as she did. Oak Interceded for her and was the reason she was granted Leniency
THE STOLEN HEIR WILL BE AMAZING
I can’t wait to know the actual canon back story for surens life in the mortal world and how everything went down ABBDJSUSHDHE AHHHHHH
Content Warning: oral smut, fingering, risk sex, sex
An hour passed. Maybe two. Time sang by like all their stolen moments had caught up with them, that yawning glimpse that they’d snuck out of the world’s grasp had come crashing back in full force, swiping them off their feet.
Jude wasn’t sure just how long she stayed curled into Cardan’s body, waiting for a text she knew wouldn’t come.
Where are you?
Are you ready to leave yet?
Let’s get out of here.
She wouldn’t be surprised if he’d left without her.
“You should talk to him,” Cardan said, smoothing out a wrinkle between her brows with his thumb. Jude hummed, knowing the conversation was, ultimately, inevitable.
He ran a hand down her back, fingers ghosting along her spine. “Hand him his ass.”
The world had become blurry in the way it was when you first break the surface of water; dizzying, and clear. A relief for the breathable air, and the sense of entrapment as you try to catch your breath.
Jude stood from his embrace, smoothed over her hair again, tucked in her shirt. Held her breath as if she were about to make a great dive, plunging into the ice, and charged for the door before she could talk herself out of it. Exhaling a single, shaky breath, the whole world twisted that convulsing melody, the stars pulsating in all their secret languages. Urging her to do something, anything. To move.
She took a deep breath, steeling herself, and pushed off of the doorframe she’d been lingering in as she stepped out into the hall.
Cardan’s voice rumbled through her as he spoke. “You don’t have to do anything dramatic.” She took another breath, so deep she thought her lungs might explode. At the end of the hall, down the stairs, across the living room. She had no doubt he would be right where she left him, nursing a throw-away cup, some pretty girl on his lap.
Jude lifted her head, the taste of Cardan’s alcohol on her lips giving her the confidence of a god, the wind at her heels.
She made it all of five steps before she stopped again, hands curled into tight fists at her side. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered.
Cardan hummed, stepping up beside her and leaning against a door frame, hands stuffed in his pants pockets. Jude turned to look at him. His hair still had the touch of a lover’s hands, his usual perfume of arrogance clouding his person.
She turned back to the hallway, sliding down the stairs with the careful quiet of someone whose heart knew what they wanted, even if they did not.
Slipping through the crowd was not as easy of a feat, dodging patrons swirling in their drunken stupor, the “dance floor” littered with drained plastic cups. She twisted her way through the main room to face the couch pushed against the wall where she left her boyfriend. The couch where he remained, a girl on his lap with his mouth pressed to hers.
Cold flooded her veins as she watched her boyfriend make out with her sister, her twin, with a devotional hunger he had never so much as spared her. Cardan stepped up to her side, and it felt as if she’d sucked in air a moment too soon before surfacing, harboring all that water in her lungs for safekeeping. Was this what it felt like to drown?
She clenched her jaw as she turned to look at him, to siphon any emotion she could. Watched as his brows knitted together in contemplation, as his right cheek indented slightly as if he were biting his tongue. She felt herself return to that hazy memory, addled by want. The way he slid against her, the feel of his hands on her body. She wanted his tongue on her again. “Be loud,” he said, and Jude wondered if she’d said her thoughts aloud. “Make a scene.”
She blinked up at him. “It’s the least of what he deserves,” she whispered, gaze dropping back down to his perfectly cruel mouth. Then to her boyfriend. They hadn’t even noticed.
Cardan tilted his head, the corners of his lips quirking upward as he noticed her noticing. He leaned forward, stepping into her space. Jude took in a deep breath, holding the air in her chest as if he would steal it from her. Cardan looked down the hallway, locking eyes with someone as he took her hand and tugged.
He pulled back up the stairs, pushing past a small crowd of party guests without apology, making way for the first door he saw. He stepped back to face her for a moment, looking over her shoulder and smiling at someone down the hall before returning his attention to her.
His smile was every awful thing, crafted by the hand of Michelangelo. Woefully carved and with twice the vigor, he was immortalized in that porcelain ideal. Jude dragged her gaze away from him to see who he was looking at, only to catch the tail end of the hall. He pulled them into the room–the bathroom–and closed the door, leaving it unlocked before he ducked his head to hers.
She turned back to him just in time to see his mouth crash into hers, a finger hooked under her chin guiding her back to him. He closed the door behind her with his other hand and pushed her against it, feeding every bad thought he’d ever had.
It was terrible. It was glorious.
She tasted better than any wine that had ever crossed his tongue. Cardan sucked her lip, hands gliding up under her shirt, skimming against her the hot skin of her stomach. The rings that decorated his fingers burned cold against her torso as he gripped the waistband of her pants, tugging her to him at the same time he pushed her against the door.
Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling at the soft locks that curled around his neck. He slipped away from her grip, pressing a kiss to her clothed stomach as he lowered himself before her, hands lingering on the band of her skirt.
He knelt in front of her, hands wide in his offering as he whispered prayer after prayer like forgotten scripture. She was a deity before him, raised on an altar of seduction and beauty. He had never been more certain that every gospel song had been written in devotion to her than in that moment. Jude gazed down at him infinitely, looking at him in his entirety. Even clothed, he had never been barer before her.
She felt herself nod, her shoulders tightening with authority. She was sovereign.
Cardan gave her pants a sharp tug and leaned in to kiss her abdomen, then lower. He gripped her elastic waistband with his teeth and yanked it down slightly with a sharp jerk of his head. He looked up at her through his lashes, the portrait of innocence beneath her. His mouth curled upward into a deviant smile, hands drifting down to brace her sides, and everything else washed away.
He bared her legs slowly, the cool air kissing her skin like a slow caress. Everything was raised to a point. Her hair stood on end, whole body thrumming with a defiant electricity that crashed through everything else. The bass that pounded across the house was drowned out by the heavy sighs Cardan made as he knelt beneath her, slowly removing the clothing from her legs, slipping them over her feet with the same reverence as if he were fitting her with a glass slipper. He pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee, then reached for her underwear.
They came off without the biting chill. Cardan lifted a leg over his shoulder, pressing another kiss to her thigh. Then higher.
Jude swallowed thickly, head tilting back from the sheer intimacy. She leaned forward into his touch, hand grabbing a fistful of his curls. He brought his mouth to her center, and she came crashing back against the door, her other hand lifting to cover her mouth.
She pulled at the buttons of her own shirt as her breath grew quicker, her heart hammering in time to the stroke of Cardan’s tongue against her flesh. He bit down against the softness of her thigh, fingers drifting close to where she wanted him, all of him, and had everything to show for it. She bit back a moan, the sound catching in her throat, reverberating down her spine.
One of his hands brushed against the back of her other leg, gooseflesh rising in its wake. His hand curled into her skin, nails drawing soft welts down her leg as he lapped against her clit. She melted down the door, barely smothering the sounds she made.
Cardan lifted his other hand from her leg, sliding a long, nimble between her slick folds, curling it against her insides. He withdrew his finger near completely before slamming back up into her, teeth grazing her clit.
Jude breathed heavily beneath her own palm, braced against her mouth. The doorknob jiggled beside her, unlocked. Cardan lifted his mouth away from her long enough to shout over the music. "Busy," he said, eyes locking with Jude's, lips glistening with her dripping want. He curled his finger inside of her again, and she sunk farther into herself, biting her lip so hard she thought it might burst.
Someone on the other side of the door muttered something obscene, the words hollow in her ears. It couldn't have been anything worse than what they were doing. Then what he was doing to her.
Jude let out a low, breathy sound, fingers tightening on Cardan's hair as he added a second finger. He shifted slightly to brace her hips against the door with his other hand, pinning her in place.
He pressed another kiss to her thigh as he dragged his nails back down that same strip of skin, renewing his velvet claim. He quickened his pace, and her breathing came to match, racing each other to that same high.
Her leg wobbled beneath her as Cardan brought his mouth back to her center, swirling his tongue around her clit, savouring the taste of her.
Heat pooled in her lower back, and Jude bit back another moan, letting her head loll backward and smack against the door. She trembled beneath his touch, swallowing the artfully crafted sounds the suitors in poetry forged, derived in the love-making they devised.
And for them, that is what it was. They held their love between their hands like it was cool water on a summer day, the difference between misery and comfort. Survival and prosperity.
Cardan sucked at her clit, fingers quicking their tempo as he felt her core tighten. He couldn't pretend this was anything other than the bitter, revenge-fucking that it was.
She pulled at his hair so tight he thought it might rip free, mashing his face further into her. He lifted her back up against the door slightly, listening to the melody of her panting. Her breaths a litany.
Jude came around his fingers, his pulse echoing in his ears as he watched her arch against him.
He slammed his fingers back up into her with a renewed vigor, daring her to let her boyfriend hear her from the next floor.
He slammed his fingers back up into her with a renewed vigor, daring her to let her boyfriend hear her from the next floor. "Fuck," she breathed, distantly aware of Cardan dropping her leg, still kneeling.
"As you wish," he said, standing quickly and pulling her away from the door, pressing her stomach against the edge of the sink.
She faced herself in the mirror. Breathing heavy, lips swollen, hair muddled. She was entirely disheveled, and when she glanced Cardan's expression behind her in the mirror, she could only imagine the worst had yet to come.
He unbuttoned his pants just enough to slip himself free, hand grasping her bare ass as he pushed her into the counter so far Jude had to brace herself before he'd even begun.
He snaked a hand around her side to cup her breasts through her shirt, pinching her nipples with one hand while he used his other to drag his cock across her soaked cunt.
Without warning, he pressed into her, reaching so deep that she brought a hand to feel for him bulging against her belly. Her mouth dropped open at the sudden rawness of the contact, the affinity of their situation. Cardan leaned in close, whispering against her ear as he took hold of the base of her throat lightly. "If he could see you right now," he whispered, sliding out of her almost entirely, "I think I'd have to make him watch how good I fuck you."
He slammed back into her so hard the cabinets in front of her knees rattled. "Open your eyes, Jude," he whispered, breath hot against her skin. She hadn't realized she'd closed them.
Cardan watched her movements in the mirror, memorizing the way she breathed, the slight roll of her hips, the hitch in her breath whenever he did something she liked. Her expression shifted as he thrust into her with a sudden roughness, biting her lips raw.
He gripped her hips tightly, committing everything he could to memory. Knowing that, even if she'd said she would stay, there would always be someone else she would scamper off to.
Even if she fell back on him, it was just sex.
Jude arched her back, letting him hit that deep spot that she loved. She flipped her hair out of her eyes, looking up into the mirror as Cardan fucked her. Her hands gripped the edges of the bathroom sink, that off-white marble cold against her hot skin. She found her own gaze staring back at her with a look that wasn't her own. She was infinite, and she looked beautiful.
Worse, she felt beautiful. More so than Locke had ever made her feel. She cursed under her breath.
He set an even pace, thrusting into her with nothing other than pure, unbridled devotion. She watched her mouth fall open in the mirror, and he brushed her fallen hair off her shoulder, pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck. She squeezed her breast through her shirt as his other hand pushed against her abdomen, highlighting every depth he reached. “Does he make you feel this good when he fucks you,” he queried, hot breath fanning against her neck.
Gripping her hair in his other hand, he pulled it away from her shoulder and pulled it into a ponytail in his fist. Jude arched against him as he tugged, pulling her head up to meet him. He pressed a cold kiss to her cheek, bit the soft lobe of her ear. “I’m going to fuck him out of you,” he said, voice dropping low. “I’m going to make you scream my name so hard that you’ll never think of him again.”
He thrust into her again, the new angle forming stars at the edge of her vision. It was white-hot and glorious, simmering deep down in her marrow. Jude cursed again.
Cardan rolled his hips into her, dropping the hand that clutched her breast to play with her clit, drawing slow, languid circles. She whimpered at the friction, leaning back into him as he maintained his leisurely movements. He breathed in the perfume that coated her skin, mingling with sweat, feeling the way her breath hitched as he sheathed himself within her to the hilt.
Her knuckles turned white as she clutched the edge of the marble countertop, a shudder slithering its way up her spine at all the delicious ways he touched her, felt her. Filled her.
It was as if he were anywhere other than the dingy bathroom in that moment, with Jude in his grasp. The whole world could have fallen out from beneath him, sliding into an empty, black nothingness, with the memory of the way she moved around him being his only companion. He felt the heat pool in his cheeks, his own composure slipping as his rhythm became more erratic.
Jude’s knees wobbled beneath her and he pushed her forward over the counter. His hand remained in her hair, giving the ponytail more slack so she could still lean over the sink.
The cold marble bit into her skin, sending a small shockwave of ice across her stomach. A cool comparison to the heat that had bloomed across her entire body, to the sting that had begun to swell as Cardan brought a hand down over her ass, releasing her hair.
He shifted to brace his hand on her back, pushing her down slightly. She heaved out a sigh, arching under his grip to look back into the mirror. Cardan’s face was screwed up in a way that could only be brought about by pleasure, his brows knitting together like a supplicant.
Tears formed in her eyes as he pressed down harder against her clit, his cock repleted her with a new intensity. Hot tears spilled over her cheeks, burning hotter than the fire that kindled her core.
Cardan slowed his pace, bending over at the same time he tugged on her ponytail, pulling her up to meet him. He swallowed thickly, removing his hand from her clit to grab ahold of her chin, tilt her head to him. He brought his mouth so close that she thought he might kiss her. Breath fanning against her face, he cocked his head slightly, then dragged his tongue across her cheek, swiping away the lingering tears. He slowed the pace of his thrusts, drawing himself as far out as he could from the position he was in before delving back into her as completely as he was able. He reached around to slip his phone from his back pocket, swiping over to the camera and holding it up to the mirror. “Look at the camera, darling. I’m going to save it as my background even if your boyfriend sees.”
Jude glanced up at his reflection, dazed in the intimacy of film, and rocked back into him. He snapped a picture, exhaling shakily. The taught cord shivered between them so full of tension that he wondered if it would snap with just the right movement. He pressed further into her at the same time he put distance between them, gaze locking with hers again in the mirror as he tucked his phone away again, hand brushing over her lower abdomen.
Jude gasped, her whole body going into shock as the suddenness of her orgasm rippled through her with the strength of razing armies. Cardan held her climax in his clutches, his grasp the hand of kings moving pieces over a board, his name on her tongue as he tore it from her throat. He spun one myth into reality with every breath, fables turned truth under his gaze. Jude was deathless in his beholding.
He pushed his hand against her abdomen, deepening the way he filled her as she came around him, her entire body convulsing, contracting, as if begging him to stay. His own hips stuttered in response as he slammed back into her with a finality so intense he pushed her further atop the bathroom counter, his own release barrelling through her. He chanted her name in a quiet whisper, a melodic invocation. Jude.
Cardan slumped over top of her, forehead coming to rest on the back of her neck. Her breath came quickly, escaping her just as quickly as she’d been granted it. He slipped from her, the cool air rushing in against his sudden absence. Jude shivered.
She looked up in the mirror, standing slightly, and watched as Cardan dawned rebuttoned pants, then retrieved her own clothing. He held it out to her with one arm extended, putting distance between them. She ripped them from his hands, a scowl colouring her features.
“He knows,” Cardan heard himself say. “That you don’t care. That you’re fucking someone else. He saw you come in here with me.”
She slipped her underwear on, then her tights, her skirt, all without a word. Cardan rearranged his clothes, then made for the door. “If you were going to push me away so soon afterward,” she whispered, tucking in her shirt, “you should’ve at least given me a heads up before you go trotting back to that bitch who keeps you on a leash.” She huffed a laugh. “Some girlfriend,” she said haughtily, tasting the hypocrisy almost immediately.
Cardan looked at her, watched as she gave up trying to detangle the mess that he’d made in her hair as she twisted it into a bun. He stepped away from the door just as she stepped up to it. Reaching for the handle and twisting, meeting his eye as she dared him to let her step away from the mess they’d made.
“It was you,” he said, distantly aware of her hand lingering on the door handle as she crossed the threshold, holding on to whatever it was that they might have made. Even forest fires strengthen the battleground beneath them. “It was always you.”
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Bratty, Cardan muses, Jude is bratty. Even when her eyes are wide and pricked with tears, begging him to do more than just tease her with his fingers in her mouth and his other hand between her thighs. She squeezes her legs, trapping his arm in place as she writhes against his palm. Cardan frowns, placing his thumb beneath her chin and curling his fingers in her mouth, gripping her jaw, giving it a little shake. “Jude…” his warning is soft, in contrast to his actions, and her thundering heart thumps heavier in her chest.
Her defiance wavers, she’s debating, he realizes, watching dribble spill from the corner of her lips. Her pulse pounds hard in her neck and in the heat Cardan has a hold on. She’s debating on what will give her what she wants the fastest. He promises, “I’ll let you come if you’re good for me,” low murmur tensing her thighs. “I’ll go slow and hard, just how you like it.” Feeling him inch by inch, taking him deeper every thrust, languishing in him taking care for every inch of her body. Something she’s confessed before, in this very room, on this very bed. Less hostile, in his arms and timidly asking for more. She whimpers now, maybe remembering just that night.
Her tongue flicks against his fingers in provocation and Jude searches his eyes, her own glinting devilishly. Another game fills her mind, Cardan realizes, one more tantalizing than her previous little spur of the moment quests. It seems, Cardan thinks, that Jude has fallen back into the habit of trying to best him in all that she can. Proving herself for something she’s already won. He doesn’t know where it came from, what caused his wife to suddenly want the last word in every public meeting, want to outdo him and everyone in the court, want to look at him in triumph when Cardan hasn’t even once tried to outdo her regency.
As cute as it may have been before, it’s starting to irk him. Something is wrong and she won’t talk to him about it. She’s acting out instead, almost trying to vilify herself. If it’s what she wishes, Cardan only begs of her that she’d let him know. He’d never get in her way - he’s no martyr and if she wishes to be a less benevolent queen, he has no qualms. He only guesses someone has told her a truth she cannot dismiss, something that eats at her guilt, makes her want to either embrace it or distance herself from. Cardan let’s out a short huff, wondering wryly if she’ll talk if he takes his fingers from her mouth.
As if guessing where his thoughts had gone, Jude brings her teeth down and bites - not hard - but enough to let him know that she won’t be good, not tonight at least, and she wants to know what he’ll do if she’s bad instead. His hand wriggles from her hold, then taps her mound twice. She flinches and a garbled moan leaves her throat and vibrates against his digits. He flips her over, wet hand gripping her hair now, pulling her back to lean against him. Her cheeks are flushed crimson when she gasps, hands frantic to grapple on to his shirt behind her. “That wasn’t very nice, Jude.”
“Maybe…” she breathes, stutters even, trying to find momentum of sorts, “I’m not a very nice person,” she cajoles. Her teasing sounds somber, though, and Cardan isn’t slow on the uptake. He understands, maybe more than she really understands herself. Cardan gets what she needs, what she’s been goading him to do, and he’ll let her have it by all means.
“Should I fuck you until you’re pliant, then?” Cardan's lip is against her neck, teeth teasing skin as goosebumps rise. “Should I, Jude?” His grip tightens in her hair, his other hand smooths over her skin, following a path to her taught breasts, taking a hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching the bud until she cries out, twitching against him. “Because I could,” Cardan continues, “I could fuck you senseless if you’d like. Until you forget your name and lose all your will. Maybe then you’d tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”
“Cardan…” Jude groans when he pulls at her flesh, nerves on fire. Her grip on his clothes loosen, she finds her hands holding onto his arm, pulling it closer to her skin, begging the ache away. Then slowly, her lips curve up and she taunts him, silently telling him to do his worst to her. Bratty, he thinks again, and Jude grins coyly at Cardan like she’s well aware.
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A blood feud between two gangs runs the streets red, leaving the city helpless in the grip of chaos. At the heart of it all is eighteen-year-old Juliette Cai, a former flapper who has returned to assume her role as the proud heir of the Scarlet Gang—a network of criminals far above the law. Their only rivals in power are the White Flowers, who have fought the Scarlets for generations. And behind every move is their heir, Roma Montagov, Juliette’s first love… and first betrayal. (Goodreads)
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