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The wolf is carnivore incarnate and he's as cunning as he is ferocious once he's had a taste of flesh then nothing else will do.

Angela Carter

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Angela Carter
Age: 51 †
Born: 1940
Born: May 7
Died: 1992
Died: February 16
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Journalist
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Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
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Eastbourne
Sussex
Angela Olive Stalker Carter
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Taste
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Ferocious
Wolf
Cunning

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