"Nothing," she says. Her faint, awful smile has not changed. "Except I saw her. I just looked upon her and I left."
"God's great victory, and His inevitable defeat, that dreadful someday. The thing that my parents thought was worth the terrible price of me."
She meets Moiraine's dark eyes with her own, black holes cut in space. "God's victory and defeat was a girl. No older than I am now. Chained to a rock. Holding a sword. Surrounded by ice."
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Date: 2020-10-10 12:39 pm (UTC)"God's great victory, and His inevitable defeat, that dreadful someday. The thing that my parents thought was worth the terrible price of me."
She meets Moiraine's dark eyes with her own, black holes cut in space. "God's victory and defeat was a girl. No older than I am now. Chained to a rock. Holding a sword. Surrounded by ice."