glass crown
When a simple reader becomes part of the story. When she finds herself in the middle of a war and changes everything. Love, hate, blood, are some of the things she never imagined she would see in her life, but they are things she read about.
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Sou uma escritora amadora cheia de ideias na cabeça mas que não tem a menor ideia de como colocar elas no papel.
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“Primeiramente peço desculpas a autora pelo péssimo comentário que fiz no 11 capitulo, queria ter feito um comentário melhor mas o corretor não ajudou e ainda assim postei antes da hora. De todo modo, fiquei um tempão procurando fanfics de a rainha vermelha e aqui estou. Gostei muito mesmo de ter lido, e mesmo estando no primeiro livro ainda foi muito divertido ver as cenas e lembrar delas no livro. Ótima história, espero que a autora possa continuar algum dia, porque essa história vale realmente a pena ser lida e terminada.”
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