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Because you do not believe? Oh, no, said Attolia bitterly. Because I believe and do not choose to worship.

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Megan Whalen Turner
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: January 1
Novelist
Writer
Bitterly
Worship
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Believe

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And the Earth had no name. The gods know themselves and have no need of names. It is man who names all things, even gods.
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What a strange world it is, where prisoners are left their weapons and the written word is a mortal danger.
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