Foxfire
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The shed was supposed to be Caleb's safe space. A place to work with his hands. Escape the noise. And definitely not be the center of an ongoing war with a white fox. But then the fox turned into a girl. Julie Xun has been running her whole life-from expectations, from her powerful family, and from the truth of what she is: a hulijing, a nine-tailed fox spirit hiding in plain sight. When Caleb actions impact her by mistake, their fates tangle in ways neither of them could predict. Now, they're stuck with each other. She's hiding. He's hunting for answers. And both are about to learn that freedom-real freedom-comes with a price. As authorities close in, tails are earned, lies are told, and something real begins to form between a boy who doesn't believe in magic and a girl made of it. But Julie's time is running out, and Caleb will have to decide what kind of person he wants to be: the kind who chases monsters... or the kind who sees the human inside. A sharp, emotional YA folk fantasy about grief, identity, trickery, and choosing who you want to be-before someone else decides for you.
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She woke to a world washed in silver. The clouds hung low, heavy with secrets. And when the rain began, soft, deliberate. She welcomed it like an old friend. But this morning wasn't like the others. Between the drops, she saw them. Tiny beings, born of shimmer and storm. Fairies. Real ones. They moved like the rain itself knew how to keep them hidden. And in that quiet wonder, something ancient stirred. Everyone else rushed past, umbrellas raised, eyes down. No one noticed. Except her. One fairy remained. Still, glowing, watching her like it had been waiting. When she whispered, "Hello," the world began to shift. But the rain wasn't the only thing falling that day. A parcel was coming. A diary that writes back. A demon who already knows her name. And a truth her father buried long ago. The past isn't sleeping. It's waking up.

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