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“What was this yearning, tearing at her insides like hunger and thirst? It couldn't be love. Love was warm and soft, like a bed of leaves. But this was dark, like the shade under a poisonous shrub, and it was hungry. So hungry. It must have some other name, just as there couldn't be the same word for life and death, or for moon and sun”

Quote by Cornelia Funke

Work

Reckless

In 'Reckless,' the reader is taken on an exhilarating journey with a character who pushes the boundaries of conventional risk-taking. The narrative is filled with suspense and excitement, as the protagonist navigates a world of danger and unpredictability. more

Author

Cornelia Funke
Cornelia Funke

Cornelia Funke, born on December 10, 1958, is a renowned German children's literature author. Her works are highly praised for their rich imagination, unique narrative style, and profound humanistic concerns. Funke's writing covers a variety of themes including fantasy, adventure, and growth, and has won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

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