Any woman who thinks she has leashed Lan Mandragoran will find she has collared only air. Is that supposed to frighten me? he growled. Her eyes widened, falling to the dead Trollocs, and a look of horror spread across her face. Siuan wore grim satisfaction like another skin; by her lights, they • deserved no mercy at all.
Forget Gawyn Trakand, Elaida ordered sourly. Lini usually took every advantage her gray hair offered. The Myrddraal let the blackened stick fall and dusted soot from its palm. He managed to close his mouth before he swallowed a fly.
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