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“We’re going to survive–our songs, our stories. They’ll never be able to forget us. Decades after the last man who fought at Troy is dead, their sons will remember the songs their Trojan mothers sang to them. We’ll be in their dreams–and in their worst nightmares too.”

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The Silence of the Girls

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Pat Barker
Pat Barker

Pat Barker is a renowned British author, born on May 8, 1943. Her works are known for their depiction of war and its impact on individuals and society, with her 'Regeneration' trilogy being particularly notable. Barker's writing style is delicate and has won her a wide readership. more

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