Character Profile
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Genre: YA (16+ years) contemporary
Series length: Standalone book
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Magic/Supernatural:
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Romance:
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Series length: Standalone book
Violence:
Magic/Supernatural:
Language:
Romance:
Christian/spiritual element:
Recommendation:
Opening lines:
"The accent. Tell me where you're from." The young fool crumpled his McDonald's bag and leaned over the table. "I could listen to that all day." I took aim and lobbed a chip at his nose. It bounced off his eyelid, and still he smiled. Quite the idiot. "It's the little things you miss, really. Little, like chips and a shake. Nepal had neither." I stuffed my mouth and eased back. "Is it cold in here? I'm thinner than when I left home, and it seems I'm always cold." I glanced around the terminal--after eight months and hundreds of layovers, they all looked the same. Even the faces blurred. Travelers, different only in age and size. Their voices long ago faded to white noise. They drifted by me harmlessly, like so many clouds... Then he walked by, and my gaze fixed on him. |
Both of Me
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