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Each soul has its appointed doom. How is it you dare to raise a mortal boy so high - high enough to flout the gods? Bring godhead where a man may reach out and take it? growls Enlil, and lightning splits a clear blue sky.

Janet Morris

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Janet Morris
Age: 78
Born: 1946
Born: May 25
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Janet Ellen Morris
Janet E. Morris
May
Sky
Mortal
Soul
Blue
Lightning
Growls
Take
Reach
Mortals
Flout
Enough
Boys
Raise
Godhead
Men
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Gods
Appointed
Love
High
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Clear
Dare
Doom
Power
God
Splits

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