kes, basking in so pure a sense of life that thinking of giving it up was like thinking of a world forever in shades of gray. A pity she could not find a way to harness such a talent for ferreting out what was hidden. Perrin sighed and scratched his beard. If the Daughter-Heir of Andor could not be allowed within a hundred miles of the Dragon Reborn, how much more they must preserve the Amyrlin Seat.
Oh, Light, how long before she had her gray hair? Don't cry, Nynaeve. The Forsaken showed no signs of agelessness, for some reason. Maybe the Tower doesn't know, Nynaeve said. What was happening to his luck? If only those bloody dice would stop rolling in his head.
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