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“Burn you, Nerim, that's a leg not a bloody side of beef!" "As my lord says," Nerim murmured. "My lord's leg is not a side of beef. Thank you, my lord, for instructing me.”

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Lord of Chaos

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Robert Jordan
Robert Jordan

Robert Jordan was an American author best known for his epic fantasy novel series, 'The Wheel of Time'. His works are celebrated for their complex characters, richly developed worlds, and profound philosophical themes. more

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