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“Let me get this stright, Aya-Chan. You want me, a person who can't lie, to lie about the fact that I can't lie?" -Frizz mizuno”

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Scott Westerfeld
Scott Westerfeld

Scott Westerfeld (born May 5, 1963) is an acclaimed American author of young adult science fiction and fantasy novels. He is best known for the "Uglies" series, a dystopian franchise that has sold millions of copies worldwide. His works often explore themes of technology, identity, and societal transformation, appealing to both teenage and adult readers. Westerfeld's wife is author Justine Larbalestier. more

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