![]() ![]() A wolf leaped from the shadows of lost sight and ripped out his throat. At the last instant it flash into a blinding, golden ring of light that passed through him, chilling him beyond death. ![]() One piercing note it sounded as it flashed to him, tugging his soul. ![]() A horn, curled and golden, came hurtling out of the far distance. An armoured man in a brutal helm, shaped and painted and gilded like some monstrous, poisonous insect, raised a sword and plunged to one side, beyond his view. A raven stared him in the eye, knowing him, and was gone. ![]() A woman - a girl? - dressed in white receded into blackness and vanished as soon as she appeared. An impossible sky of striated clouds, red and yellow and black, racing as if driven by the mightiest wind the world had ever seen. Unless the man holding the sword is a fool, or careless, or unskilled, in which case it is twice as dangerous to him as to anyone else."Ībruptly he felt his head grasped as though by a giant hand crushing his temples, felt himself being lifted, and the world blew apart in a thousand starbursts, each flash of light becoming an image that fled across his mind or spun and dwindled into the distance before he could more than barely grasp it. "A sword is dangerous to the man at the point, but not to the man at the hilt. Quotes from Robert Jordan's The Wheel of Time - The Great Hunt ![]()
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