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“She did not know yet how sometimes people keep parts of themselves hidden and secret, sometimes wicked and unkind parts, but often brave or wild or colorful parts, cunning or powerful or even marvelous, beautiful parts, just locked up away at the bottom of their hearts. They do this because they are afraid of the world and of being stared at, or relied upon to do feats of bravery or boldness. And all of those brave and wild and cunning and marvelous and beautiful parts they hid away and left in the dark to grow strange mushrooms—and yes, sometimes those wicked and unkind parts, too—end up in their shadow.”

Quote by Catherynne M. Valente

Work

The Girl Who Fell Beneath Fairyland and Led the Revels There

This novel is a blend of fantasy and whimsy, chronicling the journey of a young protagonist who discovers a hidden world beneath the earth. After falling into this fantastical realm, she embarks on a quest to understand and influence its customs and traditions, leading to a series of revels and challenges that test her resolve and courage. more

Author

Catherynne M. Valente
Catherynne M. Valente

Catherynne M. Valente is an American novelist known for her works in fantasy and science fiction. Born on May 5, 1979, she has made a name for herself with her imaginative storytelling and poetic prose. Valente's writing frequently delves into themes of love, loss, and the human experience within fantastical settings. more

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