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The Chosen and their acolytes – nobody felt quite right referring to such clueless wannabes as ‘Dreadlords’, at least not most of them – took a short break from balefiring things when Lanfear and Lan arrived. Lanfear and Lan, Angus … Continue reading →

Luc glared down at the shattered pieces of crystal as if they had personally offended him. “What the fu-” a patch of dirt exploded nearby and he swung to confront the enemy. Vamps swung around too, assuming a hadouken pose … Continue reading →

They met the New Manetheren High Command – Perrin and Berelain Aybara of Emond’s Field and Mayene; Gaul of the Imran sept of the Shaarad Aiel; Rhuarc and Elyas – at the sideline of the largest of the three massive … Continue reading →

It was not noticeably different in the World of If to which Mazrim Taim transported them, although it was certainly less hot and sticky and sandy and unpleasant. In fact, it seemed to have recently rained and the plant life … Continue reading →

“It’s really quite amazing,” Luc said airily. “With that much of Shadar Logoth’s evil coursing through your veins, you should be a full-blown Aridholic by now. Lord knows I’ve seen enough cases in my time, and caused more than a … Continue reading →

The group of channelers seemed to be mostly trainees, recognisable by their fresh-faced near-sanity and the sort of mindless violence with saidin that was more accidental clumsiness than premeditated butchery. After hanging around with Forsaken long enough, Chucky and Dr. … Continue reading →

The group made its way with casual aimlessness in a meandering sort of northerly direction, any illusion of progress shattered by the occasional glitch in the universe that turned them around or changed their intended destination. Still, the pointless and … Continue reading →

The arrival of Moghedien in Graendal’s palace was unexpected but not entirely unprecedented. After a polite chime the gateway rolled open in its normal place, and the Spider stepped through into the room. “Moghedien,” Graendal said as pleasantly as she … Continue reading →

In the field of self-destructive lunacy, Galina had to say that Padan Fain took the cake in almost every contest against some pretty impressive opposition. He couldn’t even remain the same person for more than about five minutes at a … Continue reading →