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Lady Oracle

In this novel, the protagonist, a woman known as the Lady Oracle, possesses the ability to communicate with spirits using tarot cards. The story delves into her life and the mysteries she uncovers through her unique gift. more

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Margaret Atwood
Margaret Atwood

Margaret Atwood is a renowned Canadian poet, novelist, playwright, and critic, born on November 18, 1939. Her works are known for their unique style and profound insights into social issues, with notable titles including 'The Handmaid's Tale' and 'Cat's Eye'. more

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