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She seemed fragile like a moonflower – destined to bloom for a single lovely night, and then to fade and fall.
Juliet Marillier
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Juliet Marillier
Age: 76
Born: 1948
Born: July 27
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Dunedin
New Zealand
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His thoughts inhabit a different plane from those of ordinary men the simplest interpretation of that is to call him crazy.
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After a while, footsteps sounded on the flagstones outside and there was a gentle tap at the door. Of course, one of them would come. So close were we, the seven of us, that no childhood injury went unnoticed, no slight, real or imagined, went unaddressed, no hurt was endured without comfort.
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More like some small, fierce bird of prey, something with a sharp bite. An owl perhaps, that speaks only when the rest of the world sleeps. Jenny will do well enough.
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