She overwhelmed where others persuaded, bludgeoned where others tried diplomacy or the Game of Houses. Before, she had been one with them, a student in dreamwalking; after, she was Acs Sedai, even before they learned what she had just told them. Faolain's mop of dark curls swayed as she shook her head for emphasis. She had just enjoyed peeling him with her knife.
She tried to concentrate on her clothes. Those thick-skulled women were going to get their throats cut yet. Another question occurred. Within his head, the world exploded in fire, cascading images that battered him and swept him beyond screaming.
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