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The Obelisk Gate

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N.K. Jemisin
N.K. Jemisin

N.K. Jemisin is an American science fiction writer born in September 1972. Her works are known for their unique world-building, profound character development, and rich imagination. Jemisin gained widespread acclaim with her 'Inkwood' series, which includes 'The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms', 'The Broken Kingdoms', and 'The Kingdom of the Gods', with 'The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms' winning the Hugo Award in 2011. more

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