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“Julie started the engine, and the air around the BSA danced to life, this time enclosing them in a roaring privacy - a momentary country, trembling at the curb. Outside, beyond their borders, the honey-slow twilight was thinning and quickening to a cold, dusty lavender. Skateboarders hurtled past like moths, urgently contorted, one-dimensional in the pale headlights rushing up the hill toward them.”

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Book:The Folk of the Air
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The Folk of the Air

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Peter S. Beagle
Peter S. Beagle

Peter S. Beagle is an American author born on April 20, 1939. Known for his science fiction and fantasy literature, his works include classics such as 'The Last Unicorn' and 'The Golden Apples of the Sun'. His writing combines rich imagination with profound philosophical insights, making a significant impact on science fiction and fantasy literature. more

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