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She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.

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Laini Taylor
Age: 53
Born: 1971
Born: December 11
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Tales
Hinges
Tongue
Foxes
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Tastes
Pollen
Stars
Midnight
Swan
Hope
Cream
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