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Life was more difficult in Inkheart, yet it seemed to Meggie that with every new day Fenoglio's story was spinning a magic spell around her heart, sticky as a spider's web and enchantingly beautiful.

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Cornelia Funke
Age: 65
Born: 1958
Born: December 10
Author
Illustrator
Screenwriter
Writer
Life
Magic
Story
Sticky
Difficult
Spider
Beautiful
Spiders
Around
Spell
Stories
Spinning
Heart
Spells
Every
Seemed

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