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“Show me the labyrinth.' 'Gladly. What would you like to see?' 'I don't know', she said. 'Whatever you want to show me. Whatever's most beautiful.' Of course, what I really wanted to show her was everything, but that was impossible.”

Quote by Susanna Clarke

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Piranesi

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Susanna Clarke
Susanna Clarke

Susanna Clarke is a British author best known for her novel 'American Gods', which has won numerous awards, including the Hugo Award. Born on November 1, 1959, Clarke grew up in the UK and studied English literature at Oxford University. Her career began as a literary editor before she turned to writing. 'American Gods' is a fantasy novel that blends history, mythology, and science fiction, and it has achieved both critical acclaim and commercial success. Clarke's work is celebrated for its unique narrative techniques and profound exploration of social and cultural issues, having a significant impact on contemporary fantasy literature. more

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