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“Vecchie verità e antica magia, rivoluzione e invenzione cospirano per distrarci dalla passione che in un modo o nell'altro ci sconfigge tutti. E alla fine, stanchi di questa complessità, noi sogniamo di quel tempo remoto in cui sedevamo sulle ginocchia di nostra madre e ogni bacio era la consumazione del desiderio. Cosa possiamo fare, se non cercare l'abbraccio che ora deve racchiudere il paradiso e l'inferno: il nostro destino inevitabile?”

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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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