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“I am sometimes almost terrified at the scope of the demands made upon me, at the perfection of the self-abandonment required of me; yet outside of such absoluteness can be no salvation.”

Quote by George MacDonald

Book:Delphi Complete Works of George MacDonald (Illustrated)

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Delphi Complete Works of George MacDonald (Illustrated)

The Delphi Complete Works of George MacDonald (Illustrated) is a comprehensive compilation of the literary output of George MacDonald, a prominent figure in the Victorian era. The collection features his well-known works such as 'Phantastes' and 'The Lady of the Lake,' alongside lesser-known pieces. The inclusion of illustrations adds a visual dimension to the text, enhancing the reader's experience. more

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George MacDonald

George MacDonald was a 19th-century Scottish author known for his fantasy literature and religious thought. His works had a profound influence on later writers, such as J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis. more

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