tratto dal Capitolo 6 PASSAGGI (GATEWAYS) de I fuochi del Cielo:

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Beside Lanfear, in her white and silver, Elayne or Min or Aviendha would look almost ordinary.
Her dark eyes alone were enough to make a man give up his soul.
At the sight of her, his stomach clenched until he wanted to vomit.
"What do you want?" he demanded. Once he had blocked Egwene and Elayne both from the True Source, but he could not remember how.
So long as Lanfear could touch the Source, he had more chance of catching the wind in his hands than of holding her prisoner.
One flash of balefire, and... He could not do it. She was one of the Forsaken, but the memory of a woman's head rolling on the ground stopped him dead.
"You have two of them," she said finally.
"I thought I glimpsed... One is a woman, isn't it?"
Her smile could have halted a man's heart and made him grateful. "You are beginning to consider my plan, aren't you?
With those, together, the other Chosen will kneel at our feet.
We can supplant the Great Lord himself, challenge the Creator. We –"
"You were always ambitious, Mierin." His voice grated in his ears.
"Why do you think I turned away from you? It wasn't Ilyena, whatever you like to think. You were out of my heart long before ever I met her. Ambition is all there is to you. Power is all you ever wanted. You disgust me!"
She stared at him, both hands pressed hard against her stomach, her dark eyes even larger than usual.

"Graendal said..." she began faintly. Swallowing, she began again. "Lews Therin? I love you, Lews Therin. I have always loved you, and I always will. You know that. You must!"
Rand's face was like rock; he hoped it hid his shock. He had no idea where his words had come from, but it seemed he could remember her. A dim memory, from before. I am not Lews Therin Telamon! "I am Rand al'Thor!" he said harshly.
"Of course you are." Studying him, she nodded slowly to herself. That cool composure returned. "Of course.

Asmodean has been telling you things, about the War of Power, and me. He lies. You did love me. Until that yellow haired trollop Ilyena stole you." For an instant, rage made her face a contorted mask; he did not think she was even aware of it.

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Qualche paragrafo più avanti sempre nello stesso capitolo...:

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On his side. One of the Forsaken loved him, or rather the man he had been three thousand years ago, and all she wanted was for him to give his soul to the Shadow and rule the world with her. Or a step below her, at least. That, and try to replace both the Dark One and the Creator. Was she completely mad? Or could the power of those two huge sa'angreal really be as great as she claimed? That was a direction he did not want his thoughts to take.
"Why would Rahvin choose now to attack me? Asmodean says he looks to his own interests, that he'll sit to one side even in the Last Battle, if he can, and wait for the Dark One to destroy me. Why not Sammael, or Demandred? Asmodean says they hate me." Not me. They hate Lews Therin. But to the Forsaken, that was the same thing. Please, Light, I am Rand al'Thor. He pushed away a sudden memory of this woman in his arms, both of them young and just learning what they could do with the Power. I am Rand al'Thor! "Why not Semirhage, or Moghedien, or Graen–?"
"But you are impinging on his interests now." She laughed. "Don't you know where he is? In Andor, in Caemlyn itself. He rules there in all but name. Morgase simpers and dances for him, her and half a dozen others." Her lip curled in disgust. "He has men scouring town and countryside to find new pretties for him."
For a moment shock held him. Elayne's mother in the hands of one of the Forsaken. Yet he dared not show concern. Lanfear had displayed her jealousy more than once; she was capable of hunting Elayne down and killing her, if she even thought he had feelings for her.

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