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“I saw the logic that they used, and the death of a thousand cuts as experimental scientists slowly chipped away at the belief that the world was an inexplicably powerful, magical place. Ultimately they failed, though. The magic never really went away. It waited, quietly, for people to return to it when they found the science wanting.”

Quote by Deborah Harkness

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All Souls Trilogy

The All Souls Trilogy is a series of historical fantasy novels that delve into the supernatural and political intrigue of the 17th century. The series is known for its intricate plot, complex characters, and richly detailed world-building. more

Author

Deborah Harkness
Deborah Harkness

Deborah Harkness is an accomplished American novelist, recognized for her contributions to the fantasy genre. Born on April 5, 1965, she has captivated readers with her 'All Souls' trilogy, which masterfully intertwines elements of history, magic, and romance. Harkness's novels are celebrated for their richly detailed world-building and complex characters. more

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