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I had thought Felicity dangerous a moment ago, when she felt powerful. I was wrong. Wounded and powerless, she is more dangerous than I could imagine.

Libba Bray

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Libba Bray
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: March 11
Novelist
Writer
Texas
United States
Powerful
Wrong
Moment
Felt
Felicity
Moments
Powerless
Thought
Wounded
Dangerous
Imagine

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