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Don't forget, Riddler, how I love thee. Or all we shared together. Or that this sea and all other seas can lead you back to me.

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Janet Morris
Age: 78
Born: 1946
Born: May 25
Author
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Science Fiction Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Janet Ellen Morris
Janet E. Morris
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And as for death - we get what we expect.
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Tempus wanders eternally, bringing death to whomever loves him and being spurned by whomsoever he shall love.
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Reasons never matter, once Death comes cold and bold and takes the living by the hand. You count up your dead, every one.
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Gods colliding, ethos and mythos trying to combine. The Sacred Band caught up in a whirlwind not of any god's devising: he and Niko had wanted to save twenty-three pairs of fated Theban fighters. Now everything feels fated and fighting oversweeps its boundaries of time and place and plane.
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Sometimes the cost of winning for all the right reasons is so great that spirits die and hearts grow cold.
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