Subject: Re: What? A WH FAQ Update Already? (SPOILERS) From: wtodd@clemson.edu (Billy Todd) Organization: Clemson University Newsgroups: rec.arts.sf.written.robert-jordan NNTP-Posting-Host: 172-16-27-39.generic.clemson.edu On Sun, 12 Nov 2000 23:41:23 -0500, Aaron Bergman wrote: >In article <3a0f65a4.787742@news.clemson.edu>, wtodd@clemson.edu >(Billy Todd) wrote: > >> On 12 Nov 2000 22:45:19 GMT, jsn@concentric.net (John S. Novak, >> III) >> wrote: >> >> >On Sun, 12 Nov 2000 10:56:27 GMT, Billy Todd >> >wrote: >> > >> >>>Spoilers >> > > > >[...] >> >> With Lanfear out of the running - I think it's safe to say >> that her WH POV gives her an alibi > >Of course, asking for Asmodean to die could be a wish. Heheheh. Lanfear awoke with the realization that she could not move. Worse still, she realized she could not sense the True Source. As her eyes adjusted she noticed Moiraine, just a few paces away, coming to grips with her own similar problems. "OOOOH, Moiraine, I'm so pissed at you, hussy! If these *finn weren't holding me back... I could take you if I could channel at just HALF my strength!" Lanfear screamed. "Oh yeah! Prove it, bitch!" Moiraine responded. "I wish I could prove it to you RIGHT NOW but - " A voice from the shadows pierced the dim light. "Done." "What?" Lanfear snapped, irritated by the interruption. No one dared to interrupt one of the Chosen. No one dared to interrupt the Daughter of the Night. "OOOOOH Moiraine, I bet you think you're the best thing to happen to Lews Therin since me. I wish you knew everything the Dark Lord is planning for Lews Therin, it would -" Again the voice came from the shadows. "Done." "Damn you, shut up! Don't you know who's talking here?" Lanfear said, not bothering to mask the welling anger inside her. "Thanks, by the way." Moiraine said with that damnably annoying voice of hers. "Thanks for what? You should be thanking me for giving Lews Therin a tutor! Though I'm not sure you'd consider him safe." Lanfear smiled. Let the child chew on that cryptic taunt! The so-called Aes Sedai dared to smirk! "You mean Asmodean? Bah. I'm sure he'll meet his end soon enough. If I could wax that chump Be'lal without him even knowing what hit him I'm sure Rand can handle Asmodean. I mean, for Light's sake, Rand's beaten Ishmael _three_ _fucking_ _times_ already." Lanfear snickered. "Asmodean is as clumsy as he is stupid. As much as I wish I could be there to stick it in him and kill him myself-" Again the voice from the shadows. "Done." More voices. "Wise to ask leavetaking, when you set no price, no terms." " Yet fool to not first agree on price." "We will set the price." " What was asked will be given." "By the way, Lanfear...- " Moiraine interjected. Another shadowed voice. "The price will be paid." "... you're fucked." Moiraine finished. Isam stepped out of the World of Dreams into what was not a pantry. These missions he kept performing On His Dark Lord's Secret Service were starting to get tiring. Maybe another trip back to Arad Doman was in order after completing this assignment. Graendal was always pining after him in that preening way she had. Let her preen. Isam was unattainable for the likes of her, despite the flirtatious crumbs he fed her before leaving. Back to the mission at hand. Isam, always the professional, straightened his collar and smoothed his fine coat. It all happened so fast. Mere impressions were all he registered. The door opening. Asmodean's look of shock. A bright flash. Lanfear appearing right beside Asmodean. Asmodean's cry as Isam's killing blow did the deed. Lanfear crumpling to the ground. "Excellent" Isam congratulated himself. "Now I'll just heave these bodies like-so and take them back to M's vacuole for processing." Copping a feel surprisingly revealed Lanfear to be quite dead. Usually she reciprocated in kind when Isam gave her the opening. With a sigh he heaved both bodies over his shoulders and stepped out of Caemlyn. ---------------------- Billy Todd WTodd@Clemson.edu "But with help from the 'people' in rasfwr-j, I'm sure we can sink lower than whale shit."-Reverend Sean O'Hara