Harder than steel and more deadly than poison. Fain was sitting on his cot, leaning forward expectantly as if waiting, just as Changu had said. The void shook. The sickly sweet smell of corruption faded by the time the wind crossed that invisible line men called the border of Shienar, where spring flowers hung thick in the trees.
Their coolness heightened Egwene's unease, and brought back all the tales she had heard as a child. Ba'alzamon (bah-AHL-zah-mon): In the Trolloc tongue, Heart of the Dark. Maybe I like you despite it. I don't know what is in it, but she said you would need it.
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