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War of the Foxes

In this gripping science fiction tale, a group of rebels known as the Foxes wage a relentless battle against an oppressive regime in a dystopian world. The story follows their struggle for freedom and justice amidst a backdrop of political intrigue and technological advancements. more

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Richard Siken
Richard Siken

Richard Siken is an American poet born in 1967. His poetry is known for its unique style and profound emotional expression, which has won him a wide audience. more

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“The boss's got all he needs, certainly, Eats swell, Owns a lotta houses, Goes vacationin', Breaks strikes, Runs politics, bribes police, Pays off congress, And struts all over the earth-- But me, I ain't never had enough to eat. Me, I ain't never been warm in winter. Me, I ain't never known security-- All my life, been livin' hand to mouth, Hand to mouth.”

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“He would never be any different and now Scarlett realize the truth and accepted it without emotion—that until he died Gerald would always be waiting for Ellen, always listening for her. Her was in some dim borderline country where time was standing still and Ellen was always in the next room. The mainspring of his existence was taken away when she died and with it has gone his bounding assurance, his impudence and his restless vitality. Ellen was the audience before which the blustering drama of Gerald O'Hara had been played Now the curtain had been rung down forever, the footlights dimmed and the audience suddenly vanished, while the stunned old actor remained on his empty stage, waiting for his cues.”

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