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“'Personally, I do not want to make you a man. Men are so very frail. Men break. Men die. No, I've always wished to make a god.' He smiles mischievously as he does some sketches on a digital pad. He spins it around and shows me the killer I will become. 'So why not carve you to be the god of war?'”

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Book:Red Rising
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Book:Magicians of the Gods: The Forgotten Wisdom of Earth's Lost Civilization
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Author:Douglas m. Laurent
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