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“Alia turns back to us, beleaguered. Her steps are slow and measured as she comes before us. "Which would you fear more, Virginia au Augustus, a god? Or a mortal with the power of a god?" The question hangs between them, creating a rift words cannot mend. "A god cannot die. So a god has no fear. But mortal men..." She clucks her tongue behind her stained teeth. "How frightened they are that the darkness will come. How horribly they will fight to stay in the light." Her corrupt voice chills my blood. She knows.”

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Book:Morning Star
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Morning Star

In this science fiction novel, the story unfolds in a world that has been reshaped by a series of catastrophic events. The protagonist is caught in the midst of a power struggle, facing moral dilemmas and political intrigue as they strive to find their place in a world that is both familiar and alien. more

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