Her eyes made ice seem warm. So many hints, but no answers. Trees, and even brush, had long since been cleared from the hills for firewood. Rand's laughter died.
He tried to link the image with the light, tried to force them together. But Selene had believed it, too. The bare blade curved like a horn, and the quillons were golden serpents. Afterwards .
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