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Those are the voices of my brothers, darling I love the company of wolves.

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
Screenwriter
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Eastbourne
Sussex
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