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“I hate selkie stories. They're always about how you went up to the attic to look for a book, and you found a disgusting old coat and brought it downstairs between finger and thumb and said "What's this?", and you never saw your mom again.”

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Book:The New Voices of Fantasy
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The New Voices of Fantasy

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Peter S. Beagle
Peter S. Beagle

Peter S. Beagle is an American author born on April 20, 1939. Known for his science fiction and fantasy literature, his works include classics such as 'The Last Unicorn' and 'The Golden Apples of the Sun'. His writing combines rich imagination with profound philosophical insights, making a significant impact on science fiction and fantasy literature. more

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