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“Don't be superior. Everyone drinks blood. Blood is a word that means alive. You can do without almost anything: arms, legs, teeth, hope. But you can't do without blood. Lose even a little and you grow slow and stupid and not yourself at all. We are all of us beautiful and complicated vessels for carrying blood the way a bottle carries wine. I suppose you think there's no blood in your roast beef? Life eats life. Blood makes you move, makes you blush, makes the pulse pound in your brow when you see your love walking across a street toward you, makes your very thoughts fly through your brain. Blood is everything and everything is blood.”

Quote by Catherynne M. Valente

Book:The Girl Who Soared Over Fairyland and Cut the Moon in Two
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The Girl Who Soared Over Fairyland and Cut the Moon in Two

This novel is a blend of fantasy and whimsy, following the adventures of a young girl who discovers a hidden world beyond her own. She encounters a variety of fantastical creatures and faces challenges that test her courage and determination. The story is rich in imaginative detail, with a unique blend of humor and wonder. more

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Catherynne M. Valente
Catherynne M. Valente

Catherynne M. Valente is an American novelist known for her works in fantasy and science fiction. Born on May 5, 1979, she has made a name for herself with her imaginative storytelling and poetic prose. Valente's writing frequently delves into themes of love, loss, and the human experience within fantastical settings. more

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