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310 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 5, 2013
"He had awoken from his sickness in strange new quarters, in a bed that stood high off of the floor and was layered thick with soft blankets. The bed had four tall posts, and a gauzy canopy, and a curtain that could be pulled around it for privacy. Isaac had never seen such a bed before, and he instantly fell in love with it. The Wise Father had rapped on the door a few minutes later, and entered alone. "Good morning," the old man had said. "You're looking well, Isaac." They had talked about beds. The Wise Father loved them, he had confessed."
"The Wise Father had shaken his head then, as if to clear a daydream. "But you, my boy -- when your ascendancy becomes formal, you'll be free to change everything I've created for myself. You'll be the Wise Father." "So I can do anything I want?" Isaac had asked. The Wise Father had laughed. "Well, not exactly," he'd said."