Ander Tol was a reasonable man, it turned out. She slumped on the stool. lashed and sparks flared and clouds of colored steam burst, a display any Illuminator might have envied. The wonder was that they had the strength for it.
expected indignation and argument. I think that great public fight of yours was a fake, is what I think. You think I will be angry. These bubbles of evil—that was what Rand called them, what Moiraine had—burst where and when they chose, and there did not seem to be anything even Rand could do to stop them.
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