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Sometimes I wonder about the fantastic literature. A lot of authors are from the US or Britain. But from time to time you stumble upon an unkown name, an author who adds some new and fresh lines to the big bulk of fantasy texts. This one is very fine, starting slow, ending slow and giving you an small explosion in between. When you mix indian myths, mighty beings from the desert of Arabia and just a guy who works in a circus you get a strange mix of magic, illusion, feelings and a complete changed view on Aladdin :)