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“Annihilation itself is no death to evil. Only good where evil was, is evil dead. An evil thing must live with its evil until it chooses to be good. That alone is the slaying of evil.”

Quote by George MacDonald

Work

The Complete Novels of George Macdonald (Illustrated): The Princess and the Goblin, The Princess and Curdie, Phantastes, At the Back of the North Wind, Lilith, David Elginbrod, Malcolm, Ranald Bannerman's Boyhood, Wilfrid Cumbermede and many more

The Complete Novels of George Macdonald is a comprehensive compilation of the author's works, which are known for their imaginative storytelling and moral depth. The collection includes classic tales like The Princess and the Goblin and The Princess and Curdie, as well as the fantasy novel Phantastes. It also features other works such as At the Back of the North Wind, Lilith, David Elginbrod, Malcolm, Ranald Bannerman's Boyhood, and Wilfrid Cumbermede, showcasing Macdonald's versatility as a writer. more

Author

George MacDonald
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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