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Fantasy Is, At Its Best, The Purest Access To Storytelling That We Have. It Universalizes A Tale, It Evokes Wonder And Timeless Narrative Power, It Touches Upon Inner Journeys, It Illuminates Our Collective And Individual Pasts, Throws A Focus Beam On The Present Day, And Presages The Dangers And Promises Of The Future.

-Guy Gavriel Kay

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Fantasy Is, At Its

Guy Gavriel Kay

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Fantasy Is, At Its Best, The Purest Access To Storytelling That We Have. It Universalizes A Tale, It Evokes Wonder And Timeless Narrative Power, It Touches Upon Inner Journeys, It Illuminates Our Collective And Individual Pasts, Throws A Focus Beam On The Present Day, And Presages The Dangers And Promises Of The Future.

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