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“A skin was nothing. Pigs had skins; snakes had skins. They were knitted of dead cells, shed and grown and shed again. But a name? That was a spell, which summoned memories.”

Quote by Clive Barker

Book:The Hellbound Heart
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The Hellbound Heart

This novel delves into a haunting narrative set in a dystopian world, intertwining elements of horror and the supernatural with a gripping storyline that leaves readers on edge. more

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Clive Barker
Clive Barker

Clive Barker, born on October 5, 1952, is a renowned fantasy novelist from London, England. His works are known for their unique imagination and profound thematic exploration, with notable titles including 'Cabal' and 'Hellraiser'. Barker's writing style blends elements of horror, fantasy, and literature, making a significant impact on the literary world. more

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Book:The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays
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