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I am the book one can never finish reading
I run smoother than any rhyme I love to fall but cannot climb.
I have no voice but I can teach you all there is to know. I have spines and hinges but I am not a door. Once I’ve told you all I cannot tell you more.
I have a lot to say but can't be heard because I can't speak one single word. What am I?
I can generate fear and some say I come out of your ears. I am as quiet as a mouse but not welcomed in the house. What am I?
For our ambrosia we were blessed, By Jupiter, with a sting of death. Though our might, to some is jest, We have quelled the dragon's breath. Who are we?