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“Swords. That is no faenorn ; that is slaughter.” The Grand Seneschal shrugged. “The Master did not protest. And, indeed, what weapon could he have suggested that would suit him any better?” “Fire,” she said. “He would not,” said the Seneschal. “You know he would not.”

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Book:Chalice
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Chalice

In this fictional narrative, the protagonist embarks on a journey that intertwines with the mystical and the political, encountering trials that test their resolve and challenge the very nature of their existence. more

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Robin McKinley
Robin McKinley

Robin McKinley is an American children's literature author known for her modern interpretations of myths and legends. Her works, rich in imagination and deep emotion, have won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

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