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“Branches grew from his hands, his hair. His thoughts tangled like roots in the ground. He strained upward. Pitch ran like tears down his back. His name formed his core; ring upon ring of silence built around it. His face rose high above the forests. Gripped to earth, bending to the wind's fury, he disappeared within himself, behind the hard, wind-scrolled shield of his experiences.”

Quote by Patricia A. McKillip

Work

Riddle-Master

Riddle-Master is a fantasy novel that weaves together elements of ancient mythology and magical adventure. The story follows a young protagonist who discovers his gift for riddles and magic, leading him on a quest through a fantastical world filled with mystical creatures and ancient secrets. more

Author

Patricia A. McKillip
Patricia A. McKillip

Patricia A. McKillip is an American fantasy author known for her unique literary style and rich imagination. Her works often blend mythology, folklore, and fantasy elements, which have won her a dedicated following. more

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