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“Then, carefully, in the manner of a storyteller, he gave it the experience of his abduction, captivity and conversion. All that he had felt, he made it feel. He did what he had not known he could do. He overwhelmed it so that for a time it was, itself, both captive and convert.”

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Octavia Butler
Octavia Butler

Octavia E. Butler was an American science fiction writer known for her profound racial, gender, and social commentary. Her works covered a wide range of themes, including race, class, gender, and the human future. Butler's writing style was unique, often exploring human identity and the place of humans in the universe. more

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