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“The orchestra was composed of Rivan musicians under the direction of a fussy Arendish concertmaster, who strove mightily to keep the independent Rivans from improvising on those melodies which pleased them.”

Quote by David Eddings

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Enchanters' End Game

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David Eddings
David Eddings

David Eddings was an American writer renowned for his fantasy novels. His works are characterized by rich imagination and complex character development, which have won him a large following among readers. more

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