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“You've never heard of bagpipes?" Cody asked, sounding aghast. "They're as Scottish as kilts and red armpit hair!" "Um . . . yuck?" I said. "That's it." Cody said. "Steelheart has to fall so we can get back to educating children properly. This is an offense against the dignity of my motherland." "Great," Prof said. "I'm glad we now have proper motivation.”

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Steelheart

In a world where a supervillain named Metatron has unleashed his power, known as the Epics, upon the populace, society is divided into those who have power and those who do not. The story follows a young woman named David, who discovers he has the power to resist the Epics. As he navigates this new world, David must grapple with the complexities of power, the nature of good and evil, and the resilience of the human spirit. more

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Brandon Sanderson
Brandon Sanderson

Brandon Sanderson, born in December 1975, is a renowned science fiction and fantasy writer in the United States. His works are known for their rich imagination, complex character development, and profound philosophical insights. His representative works include the 'Mistborn' trilogy and the 'The Stormlight Archive' series, among others. more

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