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“I shudder to imagine an equal and opposite incursion—may causality forbid Commandant ever dispatch me to one of your viny-hivey elfworlds, profusely floral, all arcing elder trees, neural pollen, bees gathering memories from eyes and tongue, honey libraries dripping knowledge from the comb. I harbor no illusions I’d succeed. You would find me in an instant, crush me faster—I’d walk a swath of rot through your verdancy, no matter how light I tried to step. I have a Cherenkov-green thumb.”

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Book:This Is How You Lose the Time War
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This Is How You Lose the Time War

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Amal El-Mohtar
Amal El-Mohtar

Amal El-Mohtar is a renowned author whose works span various literary genres, including novels, poetry, and plays. Her writing is acclaimed for its rich imagination and profound emotional expression. more

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