nihilim, 11/01/2008 8.16:

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Già!

Riporto il passo:

Verin frowned at the apparition making its way through the trees off to her left. She could think of no
other term for a woman walking through the forest in gems and a gown that shifted through every color
from black to white and sometimes even turned transparent! She was not hurrying, but she was heading
toward the hill where Rand was. And unless Verin was very much mistaken, she was one of the Forsaken.
"Are we just going to watch her?" Shalon whispered furiously. She had been upset that she was
not the one to meld the flows, as if a wilder's strength counted with Aes Sedai, and hours tramping through
the woods had not improved her temper.
"We must do something," Kumira said softly, and Verin nodded.
"I was just deciding what." A shield, she decided. A captive Forsaken might prove very useful.
Using the full strength of her circle, she wove her shield, and watched aghast as it rebounded. The
woman was already embracing saidar, though no light shone around her, and she was immensely strong!
Then she had no time for thought of anything as the golden-haired woman spun around and began
channeling. Verin could not see the weaves, but she knew when she was fighting off an attack on her life,
and she had come too far to die here.

E' chiaro che, pensando a Graendal come ad un Reietto, non un Prescelto, i pensieri di Verin ci confermano che non è Nera!


nihilim

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