(a gaunt, cruel man with forked beard) sits on a stolen Amadician throne. SELENE (Lanfear in disguise) stands beside him, whispering. She wears a dress of midnight blue. She sees Rand enter and smiles.
NYNAEVE: "Then we cut the soul."
LANFEAR: (Whispering to Toval) "The Dragon is clumsy. A hammer. You need a scalpel. Allow me." the wheel of time s02e08 tvrip
The group gathers—bloody, broken, alive. Mat holds the Horn, now cold and silent. Perrin carries a wounded Loial. Elayne holds Nynaeve's hand. (a gaunt, cruel man with forked beard) sits
She turns. Her face is half in shadow. But on her neck, just visible, is the gleam of a golden a'dam. The collar has no leash. Because she is the leash. She sees Rand enter and smiles
A distorted Falme. Buildings twist like taffy. The sky is a bruised purple. Here, Lanfear is no longer Selene. She is —beautiful, terrible, her black hair floating in a nonexistent wind.