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"Everyone wishes for what they can't have. It's as simple as that. Those who live a normal life ask for excitement and adventure while the ones who live with complexity ask for calm. It's human nature's cruel poetic joke.
In this instance I am the ever ruling king of complexity. One moment I'm the destroyer of worlds and faith and the next I am destined to save everyone like some glorious superhero. While all I want is some calm, ya know, a day when I'm not being hunted by Sawdinair assassins, or new found Enid cults in my honor, or psycho Colkents, or Willfen recruiters.
If they only left us alone we wouldn't have to fight. We wouldn't have to kill. But that's simply not the case. The world will never stop hunting me... not until the Day of Destiny has passed or I am dead, whichever comes first."
****I'd like to make it clear that I do all my own art unless credited. The cover for this book was of my own design and creation EXCEPT for the city scape background which I found on Pinterest from TheArtFinds, which didn't credit the original artist. So if you know where the city image came from please let me know so I can credit them.****
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