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“Boy, you're good at figuring things out. Isn't he? Except that if anybody's the devil in this room it's _you_, buster." An extraordinary bitterness came into his face. "I've seen you before. I know you, all right, preacher man. Age after age, you come back. You always lead the crusades. You're so damned golden-tongued, other people just flock to die for your causes. You die with them, it's true, because you're stupid enough to believe your own great lies; but you always come back again somehow. Oh, I know _you_.”

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Book:In the Garden of Iden
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In the Garden of Iden

In this science fiction novel, the reader is transported to a distant future where technology and society have evolved in profound ways. The story delves into complex questions of identity, memory, and the nature of humanity. Set in a world where genetic engineering and advanced technology are commonplace, the narrative follows characters who grapple with their own identities and the implications of their actions in a rapidly changing world. more

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Kage Baker
Kage Baker

Kage Baker was an American writer known for her science fiction and fantasy novels. Her works are typically set against the backdrop of history and mythology, blending rich imagination with profound philosophical insights. Baker's writing style is unique, often described as both classical and modern. more

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