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Elayne hesitated, and when she spoke it was slowly, not meeting Egwene's eye. "She keeps a willow switch on her desk. She says if you can't learn to follow the rules in a civilized way, she will teach you another way. There are so many rules for novices, it is very hard not to break some of them," she finished.
"But that's-that's horrible! I'm not a child, and neither are you. I won't be treated as one."
"But we are children. The Aes Sedai, the full sisters, are the grown women. The Accepted are the young women, old enough to be trusted without someone looking over their shoulders every moment. And novices are the children, to be protected and cared for, guided in the way they should go, and punished when they do what they should n
Sunday, January 13, 2013
绮剧伒瀹濋捇 The Silmarillion_267
n in the abyss. But the eagles coming stooped upon the Orcs, and drove them shrieking back; and all were slain or cast into the deeps, so that rumour of the escape from Gondolin came not until long after to Morgoth's ears. Then Thorondor bore up Glorfindel's body out of the abyss,cheap air max, and they buried him in a mound of stones beside the pass,cheap nike air max 1; and a green turf came there, and yellow flowers bloomed upon it amid the barrenness of stone, until the world was changed.
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But Morgoth thought that his triumph was fulfilled, recking little of the sons of Fлanor, and of their oath, which had harmed him never and turned always to his mightiest aid; and in his black thought he laughed, regretting not the one Silmaril that he had lost, for by it as he dee
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Wednesday, January 9, 2013
寮備埂寮傚 Stranger In A Strange Land_008
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Tuesday, December 18, 2012
绮剧伒瀹濋捇 The Silmarillion_143
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