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Norton - The Time Traders

Norton - The Time Traders

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The Time Traders
Norton, Andre Alice
Novels, Science Fiction
About Norton:
Andre Alice Norton (February 17, 1912 – March 17, 2005), science fic-tion and fantasy author (with some works of historical fiction and con-temporary fiction), was born Alice Mary Norton in Cleveland, Ohio, inthe United States. She published her first novel in 1934. She was the firstwoman to receive the Gandalf Grand Master Award from the WorldScience Fiction Society in 1977, and she won the Damon Knight Memori-al Grand Master Award from the SFWA in 1983. She wrote under thenoms de plume Andre Norton, Andrew North and Allen Weston.Source: Wikipedia
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