He had let her stew too long. A tall, beautiful man—had she ever thought his half-brother Galad was more beautiful?—with golden hair and eyes of the most wonderful deep blue. You've asked that fifty times, at least. You seem to be conversant with all the aspects of Tower law.
Mistress Anan was not letting her husband off easily. Aes Sedai were a country, of strangers, where you never knew what to expect until it was too late. A good thing he had his head inside the wardrobe. And straight to Sorilea.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.