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“You must not love them. It is easy to love power because power tells you it is majesty and beauty and greatness. But the gods were monsters. Do not even love their memory. The gods are dead.”

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Deeplight

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Frances Hardinge
Frances Hardinge

Frances Hardinge is a British author born in 1973. She is known for her works in fantasy literature, which have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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