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“Ursula Monkton smiled, and the lightnings wreathed and writhed about her. She was power incarnate, standing in the crackling air. She was the storm, she was the lightning, she was the adult world with all its power and all its secrets and all its foolish casual cruelty.”

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Book:The Ocean at the End of the Lane
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The Ocean at the End of the Lane

This novel delves into the complex relationship between a young boy and the enigmatic woman who lives at the end of his lane. The story is interwoven with elements of fantasy and the supernatural, creating a chilling atmosphere that lingers long after the final page is turned. more

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Neil Gaiman
Neil Gaiman

Neil Gaiman, born on November 10, 1960, is a renowned British author. His works span across various genres including fantasy, horror, and science fiction, with notable titles such as 'American Gods' and 'Good Omens'. Gaiman's writing style is distinctive and has won him a dedicated fan base. more

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