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“For him that stealeth, or borroweth and returneth not, this book from its owner, let it change into a serpent in his hand and rend him. Let him be struck with palsy, and all his members blasted. Let him languish in pain, crying aloud for mercy, and let there be no surcease to this agony till he sing in dissolution. Let bookworms gnaw his entrails in token of the worm that dieth not, and when at last he goeth to his last punishment, let the flames of hell consume him for ever. Curse on book thieves, from the monastery of San Pedro, Barcelona, Spain”

Quote by Cornelia Funke

Book:Inkheart
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Inkheart

In this captivating fantasy, a father's ability to read stories aloud has unintended consequences when he reads a book that brings its characters to life. The story unfolds as the characters from the book, including a sorcerer and a dragon, begin to affect the real world. The novel explores themes of family, responsibility, and the power of storytelling. more

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Cornelia Funke
Cornelia Funke

Cornelia Funke, born on December 10, 1958, is a renowned German children's literature author. Her works are highly praised for their rich imagination, unique narrative style, and profound humanistic concerns. Funke's writing covers a variety of themes including fantasy, adventure, and growth, and has won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

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