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PONY LOUDER
The Memory
of Blood
‘I was in Mama’s shoes when they came for me. The shed door flung open, hands on me, tearing my dress’
Novel of the Year
Grindstone Literary Prize
TOP 100
The Bath Novel Awards
OCTOPUS
‘Anyway, none of that mattered. We were moving to India’
‘FIERCE. THRILLING. HILARIOUS. WILL BLOW YOUR SANDALS OFF’
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