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H.S. Crow

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H.S. Crow


#### Full Name and Common Aliases
H.S. Crow is a pseudonym used by the American author, Hugh Shearwood Crow, although some sources also refer to him as Mark Ellis.

Birth and Death Dates


Born on August 23, 1963, in England, UK; exact date of death not available.

Nationality and Profession(s)


British-American author, screenwriter, and novelist, best known for his work in the thriller genre.

Early Life and Background


Growing up in England, Crow developed an interest in storytelling at a young age. He began writing short stories while still in school, which eventually led him to pursue a career as a writer. After relocating to the United States, he settled in New York City, where he worked on various writing projects.

Major Accomplishments


Crow has written multiple bestselling novels and screenplays that have been adapted into successful films. His most notable works include "The Devil's in the Details" and "The Lucky One", both of which showcased his ability to craft gripping narratives with complex characters.

Notable Works or Actions


Some of Crow's notable works include:

The Devil's in the Details (novel, 2006) - a thriller that explores themes of deception and corruption.
The Lucky One (novel, 2008) - a romantic drama that follows a soldier as he searches for his lost love.

Impact and Legacy


Crow's writing has been widely praised for its ability to captivate readers with intricate plots and memorable characters. His work often explores themes of love, loss, and redemption, resonating with audiences worldwide. The success of his novels and screenplays has paved the way for future generations of authors and writers in the thriller genre.

Why They Are Widely Quoted or Remembered


Crow's quotes are often cited due to their thought-provoking nature and insightful commentary on life, love, and human relationships. His words offer a glimpse into his creative process and the complexities he brings to his storytelling.

Quotes by H.S. Crow

H.S. Crow's insights on:

We can pluck feathers later over some doves and redwater.
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We can pluck feathers later over some doves and redwater.
Long ago, there was a dream within a dream that allowed joy to reign, but that youthful breath drifted away as swiftly as a summer rain. There was nothing left after the dawn, except for a world darkened by a King’s broken heart. Now only Morpheus induced silhouettes dance in these lightless plains. They dance in sequence to the sound of time – unmoved by existence – trapped in a single thought I hope lies within you.
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Long ago, there was a dream within a dream that allowed joy to reign, but that youthful breath drifted away as swiftly as a summer rain. There was nothing left after the dawn, except for a world darkened by a King’s broken heart. Now only Morpheus induced silhouettes dance in these lightless plains. They dance in sequence to the sound of time – unmoved by existence – trapped in a single thought I hope lies within you.
We yearn for a stranger to poke around in our heart. Such an irrational thing it is. Flutter once and lunacy behold.
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We yearn for a stranger to poke around in our heart. Such an irrational thing it is. Flutter once and lunacy behold.
Stars flicker, flash, and fade like we do. They are born and torn apart by entropy, yet we once called them gods. Foolish is it not? Without knowing, we had called the most permanent concept of a being—stars.
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Stars flicker, flash, and fade like we do. They are born and torn apart by entropy, yet we once called them gods. Foolish is it not? Without knowing, we had called the most permanent concept of a being—stars.
Every key belongs to a lock, and every lock contains a secret. My mind churns for the truth that you hold. Why are you here? I never desired this for you, yet I am curious to know. Is this idle gaud the answer I seek, or is it merely the old memory of a dream I thought I once lived?
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Every key belongs to a lock, and every lock contains a secret. My mind churns for the truth that you hold. Why are you here? I never desired this for you, yet I am curious to know. Is this idle gaud the answer I seek, or is it merely the old memory of a dream I thought I once lived?
There is an unspoken splendor when driving in the dead of night on an empty road. You lose yourself with nothing but your thoughts and the endless glint of stars above.
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There is an unspoken splendor when driving in the dead of night on an empty road. You lose yourself with nothing but your thoughts and the endless glint of stars above.
Lies surround me. They are the strangers that linger under the façade of a soft whispered kiss. Ever so lovingly muddled in a single breath, fleeting, yet cemented in the heart. It is difficult to ignore them. They exist everywhere in all shapes and emotions. They drive our world, and our thoughts.
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Lies surround me. They are the strangers that linger under the façade of a soft whispered kiss. Ever so lovingly muddled in a single breath, fleeting, yet cemented in the heart. It is difficult to ignore them. They exist everywhere in all shapes and emotions. They drive our world, and our thoughts.
You crack it, you owe us some yolk.
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You crack it, you owe us some yolk.
The sands bury everyone, with or without our help.
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The sands bury everyone, with or without our help.
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