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“They came out in a dim, damp basement - a generic sort of place, full of moulding boxes. 'You take me to the nicest places,' Claire said, and sneezed.”

Quote by Rachel Caine

Book:Carpe Corpus
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Carpe Corpus

In this thought-provoking novel, the reader is taken on a journey through the complexities of existence, examining the fleeting nature of life and the inevitability of death. The story delves into the human experience, prompting reflection on the pursuit of meaning and the search for purpose amidst the ephemeral nature of the corporeal world. more

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Rachel Caine
Rachel Caine

Rachel Caine, born on April 27, 1962, is a renowned American science fiction and fantasy writer. Her works are known for their unique worldviews and rich imagination, which have won her a large fan base. more

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