-LAN-nah mos-VANH-nie): An Aes Sedai of the Green Ajah.
alantin (ah-LANH-tin): In the Old Tongue, "Brother"; short for tia avende alantin, "Brother to the Trees"; "Treebrother,cheap air max."
Alar (AYE-lahr): Eldest of the Elders of Stedding Tsofu.
Aldieb (ahl-DEEB): In the Old Tongue, "West Wind," the wind that brings the spring rains.
al'Meara,coach factory outlet canada, Nynaeve (ahl-MEER-ah, NIGH-neev): A woman from Emond's Field, in the Two Rivers district of Andor (AN-door).
al'Thor, Rand (ahl-THOR, RAND): A young man from Emond's Field, once a shepherd.
al'Vere, Egwene (ahl-VEER, eh-GWAIN): A young woman from Emond's Field.
Amalisa, Lady (ah-mah-LEE-sah): Shienaran of House Jagad; Lord Agelmar's sister.
Amyrlin Seat (AHM-ehr-lin SEAT): (1) The title of the leader of the Aes Sedai. Elected for life by the Hall of the Tower, the highest council of the Aes Sedai, which onsists of three representatives (called Sitters) from each of the seven Ajahs. The Amyrlin Seat has, theoretically at least, almost supreme authority among the Aes Sedai, and ranks socially as the equal of a king or queen. A slightly less formal usage is simply the Amyrlin. (2) The throne upon which the leader of the Aes Sedai sits.
Anaiya (ah-NYE-yah): An Aes Sedai of the Blue Ajah:
angreal (anh-gree-AHL): A very rare object that allows anyone capable of channeling the One Power to handle a greater amount of the Power than would be safely possible unaided. Remnants of the Age of Legends,http://www.coachoutletcanada.net/, the means of their making is no longer known,link. Few remain in existence. See also sa'angreal; ter'angreal.
Arad Doman (AH-rahd do-MAHN): A nation on the Aryth Ocean.
Arafel (AH-rah-fehl): One of the Borderlands.
Avendesora (AH-vehn-deh-S0-rah): In the Old Tongue, "the Tree of Life." Mentioned in many stories and legends.
Aybara, Perrin (ay-BAHR-ah, PEHR-rihn): A young man from Emond's Field, formerly a blacksmith's apprentice.
Ba'alzamon (bah-AHL-zah-mon): In the Trolloc tongue, "Heart of the Dark." Believed to be the Trolloc name for the Dark One. See also Dark One; Trollocs.
Barthanes
Sunday, January 13, 2013
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Chapter 25
"Yo! Snap out of it, pod!"
Hiro looks up from the card. No one is in his office except for the Librarian.
The image loses focus and veers upward and out of his field of view. Hiro is looking out the windshield of the Vanagon. Someone has just yanked his goggles off his face -- not Vitaly.
"I'm out here, gogglehead!"
Hiro looks out the window. It's Y.T., hanging onto the side of the van with one hand, holding his goggles in the other.
"You spend too much time goggled in," she says. "Try a little Reality, man."
"Where we are going," Hiro says, "we're going to get more Reality than I can handle."
Chapter 26
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Chapter 25
"Yo! Snap out of it, pod!"
Hiro looks up from the card. No one is in his office except for the Librarian.
The image loses focus and veers upward and out of his field of view. Hiro is looking out the windshield of the Vanagon. Someone has just yanked his goggles off his face -- not Vitaly.
"I'm out here, gogglehead!"
Hiro looks out the window. It's Y.T., hanging onto the side of the van with one hand, holding his goggles in the other.
"You spend too much time goggled in," she says. "Try a little Reality, man."
"Where we are going," Hiro says, "we're going to get more Reality than I can handle."
Chapter 26
As Hiro and Vitaly approach the vast freeway overpass where tonight's concert is to take place, the solid ferrous quality of the Vanagon attracts MagnaPoons like a Twinkie draws cockroaches. If they knew that Vitaly Chernobyl himself was in the van,air max outlet, they'd go crazy, they'd stall the van's engine,nike air max express. But right now, they'll poon anything that might be headed toward the concert.
When they get closer to the overpass, it becomes a lost cause trying to drive at all, the thrashers are so thick and numerous. It's like putting on crampons and trying to walk through a room full of puppies. They have to nose their way along, tapping the horn, flashing the lights.
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A couple of the other Meltdowns are standing around smoking cigarettes, holding them between two fingers in the Slavic style, like darts. They stomp the cigarettes out on the concrete with their che
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
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Moiraine nodded. Agelmar was familiar with the Prophecy of the Horn; most who fought the Dark One were. "'Let whosoever sounds me think not of glory, but only of salvation. "'
"Salvation." The Amyrlin laughed bitterly. "From the look in Agelmar's eyes, he didn't know whether he was giving away salvation or rejecting the condemnation of his own soul. He only knew he had to be rid of it before it burned him up. He has tried to keep it secret, but he says there are rumors in the keep already. I do not feel his temptation, yet the Horn still makes my skin crawl,coach canada.
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Moiraine nodded. Agelmar was familiar with the Prophecy of the Horn; most who fought the Dark One were. "'Let whosoever sounds me think not of glory, but only of salvation. "'
"Salvation." The Amyrlin laughed bitterly. "From the look in Agelmar's eyes, he didn't know whether he was giving away salvation or rejecting the condemnation of his own soul. He only knew he had to be rid of it before it burned him up. He has tried to keep it secret, but he says there are rumors in the keep already. I do not feel his temptation, yet the Horn still makes my skin crawl,coach canada.
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