“The truth: after just one novel, I had lost touch with my muse. The quietly desperate, jaded girl in my head had stopped slinging sardonic wit into my psyche.” — Roz Bailey Copy Share Image
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“The truth: after just one novel, I had lost touch with my muse. The quietly desperate, jaded girl in my head had stopped slinging… — Roz Bailey Copy Share Image
