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“Clearer questions get you better answers.”

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Book:She is Here

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Nicola Griffith

Nicola Griffith is an American author renowned for her science fiction and fantasy novels. Her works are celebrated for their profound character development and rich imagination. Born on September 30, 1960, Griffith began her writing career in the 1990s. more

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