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“I love the way folktale and fantasy tap into the roots of story telling. The paradox, for me, is that by moving a story into the fantastic we can actually bring it closer to the reader, not move it further away. It is more than an escape. When we read of the only daughter of a fisherman (or the third son of a woodcutter) in a fairy tale, we are all that character. That's the underlying pulse beat of such tales. Using the fantastic as a prism for the past, if done properly, removes the tale from distancing specificity. It can't just be read as unique to a time and place; it is universalized in interesting, powerful ways. When I wrote Tigana, about the way tyranny tries to erase identity in conquered peoples, the fantasy setting seems to have done exactly that: I'm asked in places ranging from Korea to Poland to Croatia to Quebec, "Were you writing about us?" I was. All of them. That is the point. The fantastic is a tool in the writer's arsenal, as potentially powerful as any there is, and any tool we have works to the benefit of the reader.”

Quote by Guy Gavriel Kay

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Under Heaven

This novel delves into the political intrigue and cultural richness of ancient China, offering a vivid portrayal of the era's complexities and conflicts. more

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Guy Gavriel Kay
Guy Gavriel Kay

Guy Gavriel Kay is a renowned Canadian fantasy author, born on November 7, 1954. His works are celebrated for their rich imagination and profound cultural depth, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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