From: surfbaud@waverider.co.uk.allyourclothes (Dave Hemming) Subject: Re: king of the sword Date: 1998/12/29 Message-ID: <3689eec2.5936257@news.waverider.co.uk>#1/1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit References: <740fuh$1bb$1@newsource.ihug.co.nz> <36648283.E977442D@notes.amdahl.com> <01be1dc5$f34fab00$b17e3cd1@buccaneer-s-den> <768m35$1bb$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> <3688254C.E434EAC1@nmia.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Organization: remove all your clothes to reply Mime-Version: 1.0 Newsgroups: rec.arts.sf.written.robert-jordan On Mon, 28 Dec 1998 17:41:48 -0700, Pat O'Connell vomited forth this magnum opus: [snip Perrin being a kick-ass fighter] >Plus, he now has Elyas, a wolfbrother Warder, with him. I'm going to >propose a Looney Theory that these two will be able to talk to each >other through the wolf-dreams. I have a feeling that the Shaido won't >know what hit them when these guys, plus the wolves, come to rescue >Faille, Morgase, and their Aiel friends. Perrin desperately cast his strange Wolf sense far afield. At last he felt an itch at the edge of his awareness... "Ah, Young Bull. We had heard rumours of your coming. Do you seek to run with us, as men did of old?" "They have caged Noisy Shrew!" There was a long pause. "...And your point would be... What, exactly?" "You have to help me!" "Has she been taken by the Twisted, then?" "...Not exactly..." "Well, I _suppose_ we... Say, is that a herd of deer? Gotta run. Lovely talking to you - we'll do lunch sometime, okay? Ciao." And with that, the contact was gone... Dave -- Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum viditur. http://wavespace.waverider.co.uk/~surfbaud ICQ: 14217710