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“What's the advantage of fear or the benefit of regret or the bonus of granting misery a foothold even if death is embracing you? My old abbot used to say, "Life is only precious if you wish it to be." I look at it like the last bite of a wonderful meal. Do you enjoy it, or does the knowledge that there is no more to follow make it so bitter that you would ruin the experience? - Myron on facing death”

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Michael J. Sullivan
Michael J. Sullivan

Michael J. Sullivan is an American author known for his fantasy novels. His works are celebrated for their rich imagination and compelling narrative techniques. more

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