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“The moon rose, an opalescent goddess tipping light from her harsh maternal scimitar.”

Quote by Gregory Maguire

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Gregory Maguire

Gregory Maguire is an American novelist known for his reinterpretation of classic fairy tales. His works are characterized by profound moral implications and rich imagination, which have won him a wide audience. more

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