| The day revolved towards and then away from the hour of darknessShe sent Scelto outside, to receive the word when it came
A short time after he came back and told her that Brandin had sent for Solores
Anger flamed wildly within herlike the head of Isolla of Ygrath in the Audience ChamberDianora could scarcely draw breath, so fierce was her sudden rageNever in her life had she felt anything like this, this white hot caldron in her heartAfter Tigana fell, after her brother was driven away, her hatred had been a shaped thing, controlled, channeled, driven by purpose, a guarded flame that she'd known would have to burn a long timeA caldron boiling over inside her, prodigious, overmastering, sweeping all before it like a lava flowHad Brandin been in her room at that moment she could have ripped his heart out with her nails and teeth, as the women tore Adaon on the mountainsideShe saw Scelto take an involuntary backwards step away from her; she had never known him to fear her or anyone else beforeIt was not an observation that mattered now
What mattered, all that mattered, the only thing, was that she had saved the fashion d |
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