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“As for fairy tales, he understood that they were reflections of the people who had spun them, and were flecked with little truths - intrusions of reality into fantasy, like toast crumbs on a wizard's beard.”

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Book:Strange the Dreamer
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Strange the Dreamer

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Laini Taylor
Laini Taylor

Laini Taylor is an American author known for her fantasy novels. Born on December 11, 1971, she graduated from the University of California, Berkeley. Taylor's works are acclaimed for their rich imagination, unique narrative style, and profound character development. more

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