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“Yet for a moment it seemed to him that the men who had dragged marble from Italy and porphyry from Portugal, who had ransacked the jungle for its rarest woods and paid their millions to build this opulent and fantastical theatre, had done so in order that a young girl with loose brown hair should move across its stage, drawing her future from its empty air.”

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A Company of Swans

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Eva Ibbotson
Eva Ibbotson

Eva Ibbotson was a celebrated British novelist known for her works in children's and adult fiction. Born on January 21, 1925, she enchanted readers with her imaginative storytelling and whimsical characters. Ibbotson's writing often combined elements of fantasy and romance, infused with humor and wit. She passed away on October 20, 2010, leaving behind a rich literary legacy. more

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