“Aviendha!” Rand did not know he was running until he shouted. “Aviendha!” And there was Mat, coat torn and blood on his sword-blade spearpoint, leaning on the black shaft watching the Trollocs flee, content to let someone else do the fighting now that that was possible. And Asmodean, sword held awkwardly and trying to look every way at once in case any Trolloc decided to turn back. Rand could sense saidin in him, though weakly; he did not think much of Asmodean’s fighting had been with that blade. Balefire. Balefire that burned a thread out of the Pattern. The stronger that balefire was, the
...more
