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“Well, it was most likely too late; there would not be time for me to flagellate myself for every dishonorable deed in that list, nor any chance to make good the harms I’d done. Minor harms, to be sure, in the scheme of things; but large enough to regret.”

Quote by Clive Barker

Book:Galilee

Work

Galilee

Galilee is a fictional narrative that delves into the cultural and social fabric of the region, offering a glimpse into the daily lives and challenges faced by its people. The story is set against the backdrop of significant historical events, providing a rich tapestry of historical and cultural context. more

Author

Clive Barker
Clive Barker

Clive Barker, born on October 5, 1952, is a renowned fantasy novelist from London, England. His works are known for their unique imagination and profound thematic exploration, with notable titles including 'Cabal' and 'Hellraiser'. Barker's writing style blends elements of horror, fantasy, and literature, making a significant impact on the literary world. more

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