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The upright timber in an epoch nowdistant. Before the throne and thus almost out of my field of a ragged woman leaned upon a carven staff. Shejust as I realized. [http://buy-nexium.bestespressoesmakers.info/ nexium] That such a confrontation would result in Walker's death that Allanon by sending him here had bound him so that he must die and that whatever he might try to do to escape would be futile. But that was too simplistic. And it made no sense. Why would Allanon send him all this way to certain death? There had to be another interpre- tation another meaning. The one he favored was the one that ended one life and began another that established him once and for all as a Druid. Cogline was not so sure. Walker had guessed wrong on both of the Grimpond's previous visions. Why was he so convinced that he was not guessing wrong here as well? The visions were never what they seemed devious and twisted bits of half-truth concealed amid lies. He was taking a terrible gamble. The first vision had cost him his arm the second Quickening. Was the third to cost him nothing? It seemed more reasonable to believe that the vision was open to a number of interpretations any one of which could come to pass in the right set of circumstances including Walker's death. Moreover it bothered Cogline that Walker had no clear idea of how use of the Black Elfstone was to effect his transformation how it was to subdue the Druid watchdog how Paranor itself was to be brought fully alive-or how any of this was to work. It could not possibly be as easy as Walker made it sound. Nothing involving use of the Elven magic ever was. There would be pain involved enormous effort and the very real possibility of failure. So they had argued back and forth for longer than Walker cared to admit until now hours later they were too tired to do anything but exchange a final round of perfunctory admon- ishments. Walker's mind was made up and they both knew it.. | The upright timber in an epoch nowdistant. Before the throne and thus almost out of my field of a ragged woman leaned upon a carven staff. Shejust as I realized. [http://buy-nexium.bestespressoesmakers.info/ nexium] That such a confrontation would result in Walker's death that Allanon by sending him here had bound him so that he must die and that whatever he might try to do to escape would be futile. But that was too simplistic. And it made no sense. Why would Allanon send him all this way to certain death? There had to be another interpre- tation another meaning. The one he favored was the one that ended one life and began another that established him once and for all as a Druid. Cogline was not so sure. Walker had guessed wrong on both of the Grimpond's previous visions. Why was he so convinced that he was not guessing wrong here as well? The visions were never what they seemed devious and twisted bits of half-truth concealed amid lies. He was taking a terrible gamble. The first vision had cost him his arm the second Quickening. Was the third to cost him nothing? It seemed more reasonable to believe that the vision was open to a number of interpretations any one of which could come to pass in the right set of circumstances including Walker's death. Moreover it bothered Cogline that Walker had no clear idea of how use of the Black Elfstone was to effect his transformation how it was to subdue the Druid watchdog how Paranor itself was to be brought fully alive-or how any of this was to work. It could not possibly be as easy as Walker made it sound. Nothing involving use of the Elven magic ever was. There would be pain involved enormous effort and the very real possibility of failure. So they had argued back and forth for longer than Walker cared to admit until now hours later they were too tired to do anything but exchange a final round of perfunctory admon- ishments. Walker's mind was made up and they both knew it.. | ||
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| + | :Someone ban this asshole and delete this page, please?--[[User:Oliveira|Oliveira]] 21:22, 14 November 2009 (UTC) | ||
Latest revision as of 21:22, 14 November 2009
The upright timber in an epoch nowdistant. Before the throne and thus almost out of my field of a ragged woman leaned upon a carven staff. Shejust as I realized. nexium That such a confrontation would result in Walker's death that Allanon by sending him here had bound him so that he must die and that whatever he might try to do to escape would be futile. But that was too simplistic. And it made no sense. Why would Allanon send him all this way to certain death? There had to be another interpre- tation another meaning. The one he favored was the one that ended one life and began another that established him once and for all as a Druid. Cogline was not so sure. Walker had guessed wrong on both of the Grimpond's previous visions. Why was he so convinced that he was not guessing wrong here as well? The visions were never what they seemed devious and twisted bits of half-truth concealed amid lies. He was taking a terrible gamble. The first vision had cost him his arm the second Quickening. Was the third to cost him nothing? It seemed more reasonable to believe that the vision was open to a number of interpretations any one of which could come to pass in the right set of circumstances including Walker's death. Moreover it bothered Cogline that Walker had no clear idea of how use of the Black Elfstone was to effect his transformation how it was to subdue the Druid watchdog how Paranor itself was to be brought fully alive-or how any of this was to work. It could not possibly be as easy as Walker made it sound. Nothing involving use of the Elven magic ever was. There would be pain involved enormous effort and the very real possibility of failure. So they had argued back and forth for longer than Walker cared to admit until now hours later they were too tired to do anything but exchange a final round of perfunctory admon- ishments. Walker's mind was made up and they both knew it.. dw64555s3s32g4hzzx5c5e6et5
- Someone ban this asshole and delete this page, please?--Oliveira 21:22, 14 November 2009 (UTC)