She knew the true shape of the world. All else was shadow and the sound of distant drums.
The Slow Regard of Silent ThingsThe best defense is a confusing offense.
Still Sucks to Be Me: More All-True Confessions of Mina Hamilton Smith, Teen VampireBooks hold no passports. There's only one true literary tradition: the human.
The Shadow of the WindHere beneath the towering pines, by the river blue Farragut will ever stand, alma mater true
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