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“There are no coincidences. Just opportunities you're too dumb to see, doors you've been too blind to step through. And for every one you miss there's some poor fucking soul who's been left behind, waiting for someone to come along and show him the way out.”

Quote by Sara Gran

Work

Claire DeWitt and the City of the Dead

In this novel, the protagonist, Claire DeWitt, is a young detective with a distinctive approach to solving mysteries. The story is set in a city known for its dead, and DeWitt navigates the complexities of the city's underbelly while unraveling a series of intriguing cases. more

Author

Sara Gran
Sara Gran

Sara Gran, born in 1971, is a talented author known for her profound character development and unique narrative style. Her works have won numerous literary awards and have been praised for their distinctive narrative techniques and deep insights into human nature. more

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