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“Put your affairs in order, mortals,” she boomed, as a gust of wind—yes, wind inside my shop—blew their hair back. “I will feast on your hearts tonight for the offense you gave me. So swears the Morrigan.” I thought it was a bit melodramatic, but one does not critique a death goddess on her oratory delivery.”

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Hounded

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Kevin Hearne
Kevin Hearne

Kevin Hearne, born on December 9, 1970, is an American novelist known for his fantasy and adventure novels. His works are highly appreciated by readers for their blend of mythology, history, and humor. more

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