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“He was singing, and so I heard him, and so I found him. The crowd about him was thick, but I saw his face at last, between their shoulders. It was like the second time I ever saw him. Oh my love, my love. His face, bowed to the guitar as he made love to it. There’s a kind of beam, a ray that he draws to him. He draws all the energy of the crowd, and contains it within him, and then focuses it out again upon them. A ray like a star, a sun.”

Quote by Tanith Lee

Work

The Silver Metal Lover

In this science fiction novel, a young woman forms an unconventional bond with a robot designed to be her lover. The story delves into the complexities of human emotions and the nature of relationships in a world where technology has advanced significantly. more

Author

Tanith Lee
Tanith Lee

Tanith Lee (September 19, 1947 – May 24, 2015) was a British writer of fantasy, science fiction, and horror. Known for her vivid imagination, lyrical prose, and subversive reinterpretations of traditional genres, she often blended mythology, Gothic elements, and feminist perspectives. Her notable works include the 'Flat Earth' series and 'The Silver Metal Lover'. She won multiple awards, including the World Fantasy Award and British Fantasy Award. Over her career, she authored more than 90 novels and 300 short stories, leaving a lasting impact on speculative fiction. more

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