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Sacred Bands and elite squadrons aren't what the mercenaries' guild is about. Field them at your peril.

Janet Morris

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Janet Morris
Age: 78
Born: 1946
Born: May 25
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Science Fiction Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Janet Ellen Morris
Janet E. Morris
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