Think of it. Nary a wizard, hobbit, or vampire. Not even a talking dragon. What a burn. But herein waits ambrosia for the lover of great prose and fecund imagination. Everything, dude, doesn’t have to be about questing pubescent loner-heroes. So drop that skateboard, put down that lightsaber and . . . emigrate. Then text your friends and tell ’em all who set you straight.
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