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“Americans love to pick up, move on, start over. But instead of being somebody fresh and new, they become somebody lonely and lost, or, far too often these days, they become nobody at all, a machine for satisfying hunger, without loyalty or honor or duty.”

Quote by Orson Scott Card

Work

Enchantment

Enchantment delves into the principles and techniques of captivating audiences and influencing them positively. The book offers insights into the power of storytelling and persuasion, aiming to help readers master the art of enchanting others in both personal and professional settings. more

Author

Orson Scott Card
Orson Scott Card

Orson Scott Card, born on August 24, 1951, is a renowned science fiction novelist from the United States. His works are known for their profound philosophical insights and rich imagination, with 'Ender's Game' series being particularly famous and influential in the science fiction genre. more

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