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“A lark, caught in a hunter’s net Sang sweeter then than ever, As if the falling melody Might wing and net dissever At dusk the hunter took his prey, The lark his freedom never. All birds and men are sure to die But songs may live forever.”

Quote by Ken Follett

Book:THE PILLARS OF THE EARTH
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THE PILLARS OF THE EARTH

This novel delves into the political, social, and religious complexities of medieval life, as it follows the construction of a cathedral and the intertwining lives of its architects, builders, and inhabitants. more

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Ken Follett
Ken Follett

Ken Follett is a renowned British author born on June 5, 1949. His works are known for their historical settings and intricate character relationships, which have won him a wide readership. more

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