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“The nature of immortality is a mystery,' he says, speaking so softly that we have to lean closer to hear.' But everything I know of writing and reading tells me that this is true. I have felt it in these shelves and in others.”

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Book:Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore
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Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore

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Robin Sloan
Robin Sloan

Robin Sloan is an American author known for his unique narrative style and insightful observations on technological and cultural changes. Born in December 1979, his works have gained widespread acclaim for their blend of literature, technology, and culture. more

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“Barrons’s hold tightened further. “Give me one good reason not to kill him. Ms. Lane,” he growled roughly around thick, long black fangs. “Because I asked you not to, Barrons. That’s good enough. You killed the other princes, and I was grateful. I wasn’t ready then. I was still afraid of what I’d become. But this last prince is mine to kill or not to kill. And I say no. At the moment. And although Cruce is incapable of understanding that word, I know you know that a no from me means no. And you will honor it,” I said in a voice that brooked no resistance. It was one of the defining differences between the two proud, dark, violent males. And if he didn’t honor it, he wasn’t the man I believed he was.”

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Book:Imagining Canadian Literature: The Selected Letters
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