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“He blocked a low thrust, barely, cut forward with the motion - a difficult thing - and was parried, elegantly. Never a swordsman like this before. Never a match. Could it be called a dance? Should they embrace? Were they not?”

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Book:The Lions of Al-Rassan
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The Lions of Al-Rassan

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Guy Gavriel Kay
Guy Gavriel Kay

Guy Gavriel Kay is a renowned Canadian fantasy author, born on November 7, 1954. His works are celebrated for their rich imagination and profound cultural depth, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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