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“I stood where they'd left me. I watched them get smaller and smaller as they went down the hallway, leaving me there without a word, not even looking back. Only I was getting smaller and smaller, being swallowed up in the suffocating emptiness of the silent house; so that by the time they came back again, I would have disappeared.”

Quote by Joan D. Vinge

Book:Catspaw
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Catspaw

In this gripping tale, a mysterious figure known as Catspaw becomes the focal point of a dangerous game of cat and mouse. As the story unfolds, the protagonist navigates a labyrinth of deceit and betrayal, all while trying to uncover the true intentions behind the enigmatic Catspaw. more

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Joan D. Vinge
Joan D. Vinge

Joan D. Vinge is an American science fiction author born on April 2, 1948. Her works are known for their profound philosophical insights and rich imagination, with 'Snow Crash' and 'Cat's Cradle' being among her most beloved novels. more

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