Tayend nodded. “I know it won’t. I admit I was worried about you, but you are still your old self, underneath.” Dannyl straightened in protest. “Underneath what?” The Elyne stood up, waving one hand in Dannyl’s direction. “All…that.” “I’m reeling at your descriptive clarity,” Dannyl told him.
Trudi CanavanGreat. She shook her head. Not only am I having conversations with myself, but now I'm refusing to talk to me. This has got to be the first sign of madness.
Trudi CanavanThe Magicians Apprentice was about someone from the low end of society manifesting magical power and how that completely messes up the balance of the whole system.
Trudi CanavanIt is said, in Imardin, that the wind has a soul, and that it wails through the narrow streets because it is grieved by what it finds there.
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