No more is your master a god, Nobility, but he wants offerings from all. When Black God claims us, who will be… — Tamora Pierce Copy Share Image
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It is not I that smite, stab, and slay, but God and my prince, for my hand and my body are now… — Martin Luther Copy Share Image
