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By Lian Hearn

Brilliance of the Moon is the 3rd ebook within the Tales of the Otori series through Lian Hearn. do not omit the related series, The story of Shikanoko.

A appealing, haunting evocation of the medieval Japan of Lian Hearn's mind's eye, this exciting follow-up to Grass for His Pillow and Across the Nightingale ground delves deeper into the advanced loyalties that bind its characters from beginning. jam-packed with event and extraordinary twists of plot and fortune, this 3rd e-book within the stories of the Otori series travels past the 3 nations, to the skin impacts that threaten to intervene upon this remoted realm.

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