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Quote by Ray Bradbury

“The sun rose yellow as a lemon.The sky was round and blue.The birds looped clear water songs in the air.Will and Jim leaned from their windows.Nothing had changed.Except the look in Jim's eyes.Last night. . . said Will. Did or didn't it happen?”

Quote by Ray Bradbury

Book:Something Wicked This Way Comes: A Novel

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Something Wicked This Way Comes: A Novel

Ray Bradbury's 'Something Wicked This Way Comes' is a haunting and thought-provoking novel set in a small town where a mysterious carnival arrives, bringing with it a sense of magic and danger. The story follows two boys as they navigate the complexities of growing up and the strange occurrences surrounding the carnival. The novel is known for its atmospheric storytelling and its exploration of themes such as the passage of time, the fear of change, and the allure of the unknown. more

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Ray Bradbury, born on August 22, 1920, and died on June 5, 2012, was an influential American science fiction writer, playwright, and poet. His works are known for their unique imagination and profound philosophical insights, which have had a profound impact on the science fiction genre. more

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