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The Soulforge: The Raistlin Chronicles, Volume One

In this fantasy novel, readers are introduced to Raistlin Majere, a young sorcerer who is struggling with his dark past and his desire for power. The story unfolds as Raistlin seeks to master the arcane arts and faces various challenges and adversaries. The novel is set in a richly detailed fantasy world, filled with magic, politics, and complex characters. more

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Margaret Weis
Margaret Weis

Margaret Weis, born on March 16, 1948, is an American novelist renowned for her works in science fiction and fantasy literature. She is particularly celebrated for her collaborative series of 'Dungeons & Dragons' role-playing game novels with Tracy Hickman. more

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“After the last shovel of dirt was patted in place, I sat down and let my mind drift back through the years. I thought of the old K. C. Baking Powder can, and the first time I saw my pups in the box at the depot. I thought of the fifty dollars, the nickels and dimes, and the fishermen and blackberry patches. I looked at his grave and, with tears in my eyes, I voiced these words: "You were worth it, old friend, and a thousand times over.”

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