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“I was coming up on a cross street when a man wearing a filthy suit stepped out from around the corner of the building ahead and directly into my path. Bent with age, he turned bleak red eyes to me and stared. Pressed with his chest to both hands he carried a paperback book as soiled and bereft as his suit. Are you one of the real ones or not? he demanded. And after a moment, when I failed to answer, he walked on, resuming his sotto voce conversation. A chill passed through me. Somehow, indefinably, I felt, felt with the kind of baffled, tacit understanding that we have in dreams , that I had just glimpsed one possible future self.”

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Book:Black Hornet
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Black Hornet

In a world where technology has reached its peak and society has descended into chaos, the Black Hornet emerges as a legend. This enigmatic figure, rumored to be a creature of great power, becomes the focal point of a movement fighting against an oppressive regime. The story follows the journey of those who seek to understand the Black Hornet's origins and harness its potential, all while navigating a world where the line between friend and foe is blurred. more

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James Sallis
James Sallis

James Sallis, born on December 21, 1944, is an American writer known for his unique narrative style and profound philosophical insights. His works span across various genres including novels, short stories, poetry, and plays, earning him widespread acclaim and numerous literary awards. more

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