Rand leaped back with a shout, dropping the Avendesora leaf in his haste, and women fucking women Loial cried out, "Machin Shin. The Black Wind."
The sound of wind filled their ears; the grass stirred in ripples toward the walls, and dirt swirled up, sucked into the air. And in the wind a thousand women fucking women insane voices seemed to cry, ten thousand, overlapping, drowning each other. Rand could women fucking women make out some of them, though he tried not to.
. . . blood so sweet, so sweet women fucking women to drink the blood, the blood that drips, drips, drops women fucking women so red; pretty eyes, fine eyes, I women fucking women have no eyes, pluck the eyes from out of your head; grind your bones, split your bones inside your flesh, suck your marrow while you scream; scream, scream, women fucking women singing screams, sing women fucking women your screams . . . . And worst of all, a whispering thread through all the rest. Al'Thor. Women fucking women al'Thor. Al'Thor.
Rand found the void around him and embraced it, never minding the tantalizing, sickening glow of saidin just out of his sight. Greatest women fucking women of all the dangers along women fucking women the Ways women fucking women was the Black Wind that took the souls of those it killed, and drove mad those it let live, but Machin Shin was a part of the Ways;
it could not leave them. Only it was flowing into the night, and the Black Wind called his name.
The Waygate was not yet fully open. If they could only put the Avendesora leaf back . . . . He saw Loial scrambling on his hands and knees, women fucking women fumbling women fucking women and searching the grass in the darkness.
Saidin filled
him. He felt as if his bones were vibrating, felt the women fucking women red-hot, ice-cold flow of the One Power, felt truly alive women fucking women as he never was without it, felt the oil-slick taint . . . . No! And silently he screamed back at women fucking women himself from beyond the emptiness, It's coming for you! It'll women fucking women kill all of us! He hurled it all at the black bulge, standing out a full women fucking women span from the Waygate, now. He did women fucking women not know what it women fucking women was that he hurled, or how, but women fucking women in the heart of that darkness women fucking women bloomed a coruscating fountain of light.
The Black women fucking women Wind shrieked, ten thousand wordless howls of agony. Women fucking women slowly, giving way inch by reluctant inch, the bulge lessened; slowly the oozing reversed, back into the still-open Waygate.
The Power raced through Rand in a torrent. He could feel the link between himself and saidin, like a
river in flood, between