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A Civil Campaign

In this science fiction novel, the reader is taken on a journey through a distant galaxy where politics and diplomacy play a significant role. The story revolves around a group of interstellar diplomats navigating complex political landscapes and dealing with the absurdities of interstellar relations. The novel is known for its wit and satirical take on political and social issues. more

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Lois McMaster Bujold
Lois McMaster Bujold

Lois McMaster Bujold, born on November 2, 1949, is an American science fiction author known for her profound philosophical insights, complex character development, and unique narrative style. Her most famous work is the 'Vorkosigan Saga', a series that has won multiple science fiction literary awards. more

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