Clearly the stronger of the two in the Power, she always took the lead, yet this time she was prepared to step back. Some Amyr-lins had become little more than puppets once the Hall acquired a taste for rejecting what they put forward. They scurried away looking back over their shoulders at her, every step faster than the last, until they were running. Even given the jarring colors of walls and ceilings and floor tiles, the rooms shouted rich.
ing age, by everything she could find—she might never have been Keeper, never have had any other face. Mad or not, alone or not, there was no one else to do what had to be done. Someone would, anyone, to save her from these monsters, especially from Therava. mindtrap suddenly glowed like the sun, and in the midst of rapture, she knew pain as if she had been immersed in the fiery lake.
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