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“Love." You shrugged your shoulders. You looked up and then back at me for emphasis. "And it rained and it rained for millions of years, and the volcanoes boiled and the oceans cooled, and then there was love?" You shrugged to make fun of the absurdity.”

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Book:Pandora
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Pandora

A fictional narrative that delves into the mysteries and dangers of an uncharted world, with a focus on the human spirit and the quest for knowledge. more

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Anne Rice
Anne Rice

Anne Rice is an American author known for her gothic and fantasy novels, born on October 4, 1941. Her most famous work, 'The Vampire Chronicles', has gained her a wide readership and influenced vampire culture. more

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Book:The Woman in the Dunes
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