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“What's it really like to always be the prettiest person in a room? Dos it mean you're always acting as if in a play, because no one stops looking at you?' 'Life is a play, isn't it?”

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Book:Remalna's Children
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Remalna's Children

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Sherwood Smith
Sherwood Smith

Sherwood Smith is an American author known for her fantasy and science fiction novels. Born in 1951, she began writing in 1983. Smith's works often explore themes of gender, power, and social structures. more

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