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“Life is empty. Life is worthless. When we take a life, we aren't taking anything of value.- Durzo Blint”

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Brent Weeks
Brent Weeks

Brent Weeks, born on March 7, 1977, is a renowned fantasy author from the United States. His works are admired for their unique world-building and profound character development. more

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