On an isolated Cumbrian peninsula in the year 1996, a child was born who would go on to change the world. 

 

At the same time, in a room across the hall, Demetria Paxton was being unceremoniously extracted with a pair of forceps. ​​​​​​​

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Decades later, she's abandoned all hope of being a useful member of society and rotates around cafes and bookshops in the south of the Netherlands where she writes weird, intense fantasy novels. 

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She's a lot less pretentious than her pictures make her look. And she'll put down her gilded cigarette holder to tell you so. 

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