[Suzerain of Sheol]

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The only book I've ever shed tears over is Steven Erikson's Memories of Ice. There is a death in that book which is just cruel. My wall still has a dent in it from me throwing the book at it. Don't get me wrong, it's a great book, but damn it, I didn't see that one coming.

Come on, don't be shy, share your lachrymose literary experiences.