Tion

Modarra might have been staring into the grave of all her sept, and even Tion frowned uneasily, doubtless recalling that she, too, had run like a frightened goat.

The Path of Daggers Jordan, Robert, 1948- 1998

Nearly a head shorter than Someryn, Tion was still taller than Sevanna.

The Path of Daggers Jordan, Robert, 1948- 1998

"One decision had to be reached without you," Tion said in a flat voice.

The Path of Daggers Jordan, Robert, 1948- 1998

Rhiale moved to stand defiantly beside Tion, and they were quickly joined by Alarys, even now toying with her black hair to draw attention to it.

The Path of Daggers Jordan, Robert, 1948- 1998

Tion raised the second lantern and regarded her with unblinking gray eyes.

The Path of Daggers Jordan, Robert, 1948- 1998

The other women gave her hard looks before Tion motioned abruptly for Kinhuin to lead the way.

The Path of Daggers Jordan, Robert, 1948- 1998

Rhiale's blue eyes widened at the admission, and Tion opened her mouth.

The Path of Daggers Jordan, Robert, 1948- 1998

"Your tongue tosses bright colors on the wind, wetlander," Tion said in a flat voice.

A Crown of Swords Jordan, Robert, 1948- 1996

"That much you told us already," Rhiale said in a sour voice, and Tion bluntly asked, "How will it summon him?"

A Crown of Swords Jordan, Robert, 1948- 1996

Rhiale and Tion folded their hands and stared straight ahead, beyond the circle, beyond him; he was no longer worth listening to.

A Crown of Swords Jordan, Robert, 1948- 1996