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“So there was love, once. More than love. And now there is more than hate. Mortals have no words for what we gods feel. Gods have no words for such things. But love like that doesn't just disappear, does it? No matter how powerful the hate, there is always love left, underneath. Horrible, isn't it?”

Quote by N.K. Jemisin

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The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms

In this novel, a young woman named Yelena becomes queen of a vast empire, navigating the complexities of her new role while dealing with the political machinations of her court and the mysterious forces that threaten her kingdom. more

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N.K. Jemisin
N.K. Jemisin

N.K. Jemisin is an American science fiction writer born in September 1972. Her works are known for their unique world-building, profound character development, and rich imagination. Jemisin gained widespread acclaim with her 'Inkwood' series, which includes 'The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms', 'The Broken Kingdoms', and 'The Kingdom of the Gods', with 'The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms' winning the Hugo Award in 2011. more

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