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...if the spell was off, I’d have my heart eaten before I could turn around.” “Don’t you want your heart eaten?” asked the fire. [...] “Naturally I don’t,” Sophie answered.

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Diana Wynne Jones
Age: 76 †
Born: 1934
Born: August 16
Died: 2011
Died: March 26
Novelist
Poet
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
London
England
Diana Gwyneth Jones
Heart
Answered
Spells
Naturally
Asked
Turn
Fire
Sophie
Turns
Eaten
Around
Spell

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