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“Felicity ignores us. She walks out to them, an apparition in white and blue velvet, her head held high as they stare in awe at her, the goddess. I don't know yet what power feels like. But this is surely what it looks like, and I think I'm beginning to understand why those ancient women had to hide in caves. Why our parents and suitors want us to behave properly and predictably. It's not that they want to protect us; it's that they fear us.”

Quote by Libba Bray

Work

A Great and Terrible Beauty

In this richly imagined fantasy, a young protagonist embarks on a quest to uncover the secrets of her past and the fate of her world, encountering a cast of intriguing characters and navigating a complex web of political intrigue and magical powers. more

Author

Libba Bray
Libba Bray

Libba Bray is an American author known for her fantasy and young adult literature. Born on March 11, 1964, she graduated from the College of William & Mary. Bray's works often explore complex relationships and deep emotions, making her a favorite among readers. more

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