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Review for I Guess I Became the Mother of the Great Demon King’s 10 Children in Another World, Vol. 1

Review for I Guess I Became the Mother of the Great Demon King’s 10 Children in Another World, Vol. 1

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I Guess I Became the Mother of the Great Demon King's 10 Children in Another World, Vol. 1, Ema Toyama, Fantasy, Pregnancy, Manga, Parenting, Demons, War, Heroes, Fantasy, FlyingA fun manga about a girl getting isekai-ed, becomes a mom, and also tons of demons and more.

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Teaser Tuesday ~ The Women of Troy by Pat Barker

Teaser Tuesday ~ The Women of Troy by Pat Barker

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The Women of Troy (Women of Troy #2) by Pat Barker, Trojan Horse, Romance, HIstorical, Retalleing, Mythology, Greek, Fantasy, War
I had Random.org select a page for me and it went with page 179.
Automatically, I picked up Pyrrhus’ cup and took it across to the side-board, though I was almost totally unaware of my surroundings. Again, I saw Pyrrhus put Priam’s ring on his thumb: the destruction of Troy summed up in that one casual action. But something strange seemed to be happening: I discovered I could still feel the ring on the palm of my hand – I had held it, briefly – as if, somehow, that fleeting contact had left a permanent trace. I know it sounds trivial, but it wasn’t. Not to me. It was one of those moments that I think everybody experiences – and they don’t have to be dramatic- when things begin to change; and you know there’s no point ruminating about it, because thinking isn’t going to help you understand. You’re not ready to understand it yet; you have to live your way into the meaning.
Top 10 Books December 2020

Top 10 Books December 2020

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December, Top 10, Reading, Books

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Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Mountains Sing

Friday’s Page 69 ~ The Mountains Sing

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The Mountains Sing, Vietnam, Asia, Historical Fiction, Black, Mountains, Gold, Nguyễn Phan Quế Mai
I missed how my mother had filled our home with her singing voice, how gracefully she’d danced, how she’d led me along by my fingers, twirling me around her so my shirt would flare. Whenever I was sad, I told myself to be strong, like my mother. She never cried or showed fear. Once we found a snake under our bed and, while I stood there shrieking, she bent and picked it up by the tip of its tail, flinging it out of the open window.