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Then without taking counsel or waiting for the approach of the men of the City, he spurred headlong back to the front of the great host, and blew a horn, and cried aloud for the onset. Over the field rang his clear voice calling: ‘Death! Ride, ride to ruin and the world’s ending!’...
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From the book Language of the Night:...
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What's everyone's favorite standalone fantasy novels? No sequels, no trilogies, just a rare gem in the fantasy landscape....
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