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“He was entering the kingdom of the ice maiden. Those splinterings were the notice of her mirror's smashing: those murmurs like sealing ice were the resonance of draperies drifting over floors of snow. The clink and hush of the wind was an echo of some music played for her. And there! That sheer light platinum note - oh that was the maidens laughter. Something had amused her tonight. Maybe it was the thought of one more lost outcast stumbling through her world, with death treading close behind." Tanith lee - the Heart of Ice.”

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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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