All but the named characters are Robert Jordan's.
The sun shone brightly on the bloody streets of Seandar, an irony that didn't escape Nalishi. The Imperial sun was eclipsed, stolen, snuffed out with the law and order.
The sun shone brightly on the bloody streets of Seandar, an irony that didn't escape Nalishi. The Imperial sun was eclipsed, stolen, snuffed out with the law and order.
She was fighting a civil war, Creator help her! She was fighting the Blood!
But they- they weren't the Blood, if they had committed treason against the Empire. Yes. She could tell herself that, and reassure her poor Lita as well- Lita's grey dress was soaked with tears, though her weaves were still faultless.
But how she wished that the Empress, might she live forever, would return to illuminate the darkness!