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Clariel

Clariel is a novel that delves into themes of identity and destiny, as the title character navigates a complex and evolving magical landscape. The story follows Clariel's journey as she grows from a naive youth into a powerful and wise individual, encountering various challenges and allies along the way. more

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Garth Nix
Garth Nix

Garth Nix is an Australian author renowned for his fantasy novels. Born in July 1963, he has been active in the literary world since the 1980s. Nix's works are celebrated for their rich imagination, complex narrative structures, and profound themes. more

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“Come up into the hills, O my young love. Return! O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again, as first I knew you in the timeless valley, where we shall feel ourselves anew, bedded on magic in the month of June. There was a place where all the sun went glistening in your hair, and from the hill we could have put a finger on a star. Where is the day that melted into one rich noise? Where the music of your flesh, the rhyme of your teeth, the dainty languor of your legs, your small firm arms, your slender fingers, to be bitten like an apple, and the little cherry-teats of your white breasts? And where are all the tiny wires of finespun maidenhair? Quick are the mouths of earth, and quick the teeth that fed upon this loveliness. You who were made for music, will hear music no more: in your dark house the winds are silent. Ghost, ghost, come back from that marriage that we did not foresee, return not into life, but into magic, where we have never died, into the enchanted wood, where we still life, strewn on the grass. Come up into the hills, O my young love: return. O lost, and by the wind grieved ghost, come back again.”

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Book:Look Homeward, Angel
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