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I wanted to know that I wouldn't die like a bug, I said.

Sorry, he said. These men died, were embalmed, and have been stolen. People sold them again and again. Their every effect, their bones, were traded for gold. You'll be no better off.

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If these kings believed, why would they hide…

[...] The last horse I'd been on had bitten me constantly. This one just thrust his head rhythmically at the future.

"[...] Do you believe in the efficacy of prayer Pip?"

"Not really."

"Try to," Dreyfuss said.