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“After a time, though, Inman found that he had left the book and was simply forming the topography of home in his head. Cold Mountain, all its ridges and coves and watercourses. Pigeon River, Little East Fork, Sorrell Cove, Deep Gap, Fire Scald Ridge. He knew their names and said them to himself like the words of spells and incantations to ward off the things one fears most.”

Quote by Charles Frazier

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Cold Mountain

In this historical fiction, the protagonist, Inman, leaves his beloved Ada to fight in the Civil War. The story follows his perilous journey back to her, navigating the challenges of war-torn America and the changing landscape of his own life. more

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Charles Frazier
Charles Frazier

Charles Frazier, born on November 4, 1950, is a renowned American novelist. His works are known for their delicate emotional descriptions and profound historical background, with his most notable novel being 'Cold Mountain'. more

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