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“My hair, said Cyrion in a confiding tone, “was once the gold of buttercups. The ghastly distresses of my life turned it white when I was a boy of seventeen. A thing not generally known. I hope you will keep the secret.”

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Cyrion

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Tanith Lee
Tanith Lee

Tanith Lee (September 19, 1947 – May 24, 2015) was a British writer of fantasy, science fiction, and horror. Known for her vivid imagination, lyrical prose, and subversive reinterpretations of traditional genres, she often blended mythology, Gothic elements, and feminist perspectives. Her notable works include the 'Flat Earth' series and 'The Silver Metal Lover'. She won multiple awards, including the World Fantasy Award and British Fantasy Award. Over her career, she authored more than 90 novels and 300 short stories, leaving a lasting impact on speculative fiction. more

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