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Whitebridge
The bridge arched high over the waters and from end to end it gleamed white in the sunlight. Spidery piers plunged into the currents, appearing too frail to support the weight of the bridge. It seemed all of one piece, as if it had been carved from a single stone. Broad and tall, leaping the river with an airy grace that almost made the eye forget its size. All in all it dwarfed the town that sprawled about its foot on the east bank.
“It looks like glass,” Rand said to no one in particular.
“A remnant from the Age of Legends,” Thom said. “I have always thought it must be.”
Where the White Bridge came down in the center of the town was a big square, paved with stones worn by generations of feet and wagons. Inns surrounded the square, and shops, and tall, red brick houses with signs out front.
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A Myrddraal was halfway across square. Where the Fade had come from, Rand could not begin to guess, but it strode toward the three of them with a slow deadliness. The black cowl froze Rand where he stood. The Fade’s hidden gaze knifed to his bones and turned his marrow to icicles.
“Don’t look at its face,” Thom muttered. His voice shook and cracked. “The Light burn you, don’t look at its face! Think you can outrun it, do you, boy?” Thom growled. He gave them a push and Rand stumbled away in a lurching run with Mat at his side.
“RUN!” Thom sprang into motion, not after them, but toward the Myrddraal. His hands flourished and daggers appeared.
The Fade was startled. Its hand swept toward the hilt of the black sword hanging at its waist, but Thom crashed into the Myrddraal and both went down in a thrashing heap. Thom began to scream, but even in the middle of the scream he managed a word. “RUN!”
Rand obeyed. The gleeman’s screams pursued him.
Paraphrased from
The Eye of the World, Chapter Twenty-Six
Book One of The Wheel of Time
By Robert Jordan
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This is post 2 of 3 of mine to contribute to Kevin Wanner's Brick of Time collaboration!
Whitebridge
The bridge arched high over the waters and from end to end it gleamed white in the sunlight. Spidery piers plunged into the currents, appearing too frail to support the weight of the bridge. It seemed all of one piece, as if it had been carved from a single stone. Broad and tall, leaping the river with an airy grace that almost made the eye forget its size. All in all it dwarfed the town that sprawled about its foot on the east bank.
“It looks like glass,” Rand said to no one in particular.
“A remnant from the Age of Legends,” Thom said. “I have always thought it must be.”
Where the White Bridge came down in the center of the town was a big square, paved with stones worn by generations of feet and wagons. Inns surrounded the square, and shops, and tall, red brick houses with signs out front.
---
A Myrddraal was halfway across square. Where the Fade had come from, Rand could not begin to guess, but it strode toward the three of them with a slow deadliness. The black cowl froze Rand where he stood. The Fade’s hidden gaze knifed to his bones and turned his marrow to icicles.
“Don’t look at its face,” Thom muttered. His voice shook and cracked. “The Light burn you, don’t look at its face! Think you can outrun it, do you, boy?” Thom growled. He gave them a push and Rand stumbled away in a lurching run with Mat at his side.
“RUN!” Thom sprang into motion, not after them, but toward the Myrddraal. His hands flourished and daggers appeared.
The Fade was startled. Its hand swept toward the hilt of the black sword hanging at its waist, but Thom crashed into the Myrddraal and both went down in a thrashing heap. Thom began to scream, but even in the middle of the scream he managed a word. “RUN!”
Rand obeyed. The gleeman’s screams pursued him.
Paraphrased from
The Eye of the World, Chapter Twenty-Six
Book One of The Wheel of Time
By Robert Jordan
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This is post 2 of 3 of mine to contribute to Kevin Wanner's Brick of Time collaboration!