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“You and I, friend Less-el-lee,” said that same farmer, clapping the Squire on the shoulder. “We shall come to see if I have built you a house and an enclosure worthy of this paragon among pigs! Come! Come! And if you do not like it, then I shall slay myself in grief!”

Quote by Mercedes Lackey

Book:Beyond

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Beyond

This book delves into philosophical and existential themes, examining the nature of reality, the mysteries of the universe, and the potential for human transcendence. more

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Mercedes Lackey
Mercedes Lackey

Mercedes Lackey is an American fantasy author known for her rich imagination and profound character development. Her works span a wide range of genres from children's literature to adult fantasy, with her most famous series including 'The DRUID Sequence' and 'The Elven Knight Series'. Lackey's writing is praised for its respect for diverse cultures and its focus on gender equality. more

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