Nynaeve stared at the shining silver arch. Your circumstances are different, child. Rand al'Thor was his, now. And perhaps not.
Please, Rand, Selene said. Light, I hate making things explode, but I wish that was all I could do. The Eldest nodded. I don't think they'll let me stop.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.