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“I wonder, sometimes, if the Continentals were like shoals of fish, & the slightest flick of one fish caused dozens of others to follow suit, until the entire shimmering cloud had changed course. And were the Divinities the sum of this cloud? An embodiment, perhaps, of a national subconscious? Or were they empowered by the thoughts & praises of millions of people, yet also yoked to every one of those thoughts – giant, terrible puppets forced to dance by the strings of millions of puppeteers. This knowledge, I think, is incredibly dangerous. The Continentals derive so much pride & so much power from having Divine approval … but were they merely hearing the echoes of their own voices, magnified through strange caverns & tunnels? When they spoke to the Divinities, were they speaking to giant reflections of themselves?”

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City of Stairs

In this richly imagined fantasy, a young woman named Ever Forthright finds herself in a city built on the shoulders of colossal beings. As she delves into the mysteries surrounding the city's origins and the enigmatic giants, she uncovers a plot that threatens to unravel the very fabric of reality. Filled with political intrigue, ancient magic, and a quest for truth, 'City of Stairs' is a tale of courage, sacrifice, and the enduring power of friendship. more

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Robert Jackson Bennett
Robert Jackson Bennett

Robert Jackson Bennett, born in 1984, is an accomplished American writer known for his imaginative storytelling, profound themes, and rich narrative techniques. His works have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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