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“There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic.”

Quote by Diane Setterfield

Book:The Thirteenth Tale: A Novel
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The Thirteenth Tale: A Novel

This novel follows the story of a reclusive author who is approached by a mysterious woman with a tale of her own. The narrative delves into the world of storytelling, examining the impact of fiction on reality and the human psyche. The story weaves together multiple narratives, creating a complex and engaging exploration of the power of storytelling. more

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Diane Setterfield
Diane Setterfield

Diane Setterfield is a British author born on August 22, 1964. Her works are known for their unique narrative style and profound insights into human nature. Her debut novel, 'The Time Traveler's Wife,' published in 2007, quickly gained popularity and critical acclaim, becoming an international bestseller. more

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