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“Life is one long story we tell ourselves to make sense of the world, and in our quest for meaning, we make other people players in our own psychomachia. Sometimes the consequence of doing that can be terrible, like what happened to me. But it’s worth remembering that everyone is trying their best to look for their dragon, to find the heart of their story, and to then tell it as well as they are able”

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Book:The Passing of the Dragon
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The Passing of the Dragon

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Ken Liu
Ken Liu

Ken Liu, born in 1976 in Beijing, China, is an accomplished science fiction and fantasy writer. His works are known for their unique imagination and profound thought, winning him a wide range of readers. As a leading figure in Chinese science fiction literature, Liu's contributions have been recognized with numerous awards at home and abroad. more

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