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Who Fears Death

Who Fears Death is a speculative fiction novel that delves into the complexities of a society divided by race and gender. The narrative follows Onyesonwu, a young woman who grows up in a world where the Amaro people are enslaved by the Okeke. As she navigates her identity and her place in this world, she discovers her own magical abilities and embarks on a journey to challenge the oppressive status quo. more

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Nnedi Okorafor
Nnedi Okorafor

Nnedi Okorafor is a Nigerian-American science fiction and fantasy writer known for her works that blend African mythology with science fiction elements. Her writing spans various genres, including young adult literature, adult fiction, and short story collections. more

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