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“Has no one done my son a service and assassinated you yet?" "No assassins yet," Wit said, amused. "I guess I've already got too much ass sass of my own."..."Oh really, Wit" she said. "I thought that kind of humour was beneath you." "So are you technically," Wit said, smiling, from atop his high-legged stool.”

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The Way of Kings

In this expansive fantasy series, a vast and detailed world is revealed, filled with powerful magic and complex political machinations. The story follows a diverse cast of characters as they navigate a world on the brink of war, with each character's journey intertwining in unexpected ways. more

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Brandon Sanderson
Brandon Sanderson

Brandon Sanderson, born in December 1975, is a renowned science fiction and fantasy writer in the United States. His works are known for their rich imagination, complex character development, and profound philosophical insights. His representative works include the 'Mistborn' trilogy and the 'The Stormlight Archive' series, among others. more

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