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“Where's my bed?!" Dairine shrieked. "It's on Pluto," Nita said. "On the winter side, somewhere nice and dark and quiet, where you won't find it if you look all day-which you're not going to have time to do, becaus you'll be in school.”

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Book:A Wizard Alone
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A Wizard Alone

This book follows the story of Wellsat, a wizard who exists in a realm of magical practice and mystical exploration. The narrative delves into the character's journey as a practitioner of arcane arts, examining the isolated and contemplative nature ofWizard's pursuit of magical knowledge. As part of Schweitzer's Wellsat series, the novel contributes to a broader collection of tales set within this fantasy world, continuing the exploration of magical systems and the unique challenges faced by those who dedicate themselves to the arcane arts. more

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Diane Duane
Diane Duane

Diane Duane is an American author known for her science fiction and fantasy works. Born on May 18, 1952, she has published numerous series and topics since her first work in 1979, including the 'Holographic Universe' series and the 'Dungeons & Dragons' series. more

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