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“It is not the task of a writer to 'tell all,' or even to decide what to leave in, but to decide what to leave out. Whatever remains, that meager sum of this profane division, that's the bastard chimera we call a 'story.' I am not building, but cutting away. And all stories, whether advertised as truth or admitted falsehoods, are fictions, cleft from the objective facts by the aforementioned action of cutting away. A pound of flesh. A pile of sawdust. Discarded chips of Carrara marble. And what's left over. "Houses Under The Sea”

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Caitlín R. Kiernan

Caitlín R. Kiernan is an American author known for her fantasy and horror novels. Her works often explore themes of human nature, supernatural phenomena, and the conflict between technology and nature. Born on May 26, 1964, Kiernan began her writing career in the 1980s. more

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