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“In love. [Her] face was burning. She didn't want [him] to say what she herself never put into words. In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt?”

Quote by Cornelia Funke

Book:Inkdeath
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Inkdeath

In 'Inkdeath,' readers are transported to a world where ink is not just a medium for writing but a fundamental force. The story delves into the lives of characters who must navigate a society where magic and ink are intertwined, facing challenges that test their abilities and resilience. more

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Cornelia Funke
Cornelia Funke

Cornelia Funke, born on December 10, 1958, is a renowned German children's literature author. Her works are highly praised for their rich imagination, unique narrative style, and profound humanistic concerns. Funke's writing covers a variety of themes including fantasy, adventure, and growth, and has won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

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