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All men are born condemned, so the wise say. All suckle the breast of Death.
All bow before that Shadow Monarch. That Lord in Shadow lifts a finger. A feather flutters to the earth. There is no reason in His song. The good go young. The wicked prosper. He is king of the Chaos Lands. His breath stills all souls.

— Glen Cook Shadows Linger (1984)

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Folks always believe their own racism is the result of divine inspiration, incontestably valid.

Sweet Silver Blues (1987)

I’ve always known people for whom a goal was everything, who never thought nothing about the consequences of the goal achieved.

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Time is the enemy whose patience can’t be exhausted.

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Shadow Games (1989)

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