Toram

But her brother Toram claimed the throne Rand meant for Elayne, and it was whispered that she would do anything for Toram, anything at all.

The Path of Daggers Jordan, Robert, 1948- 1998

Toram had stripped to shirt and breeches, and carried two practice swords, their "blades" bundles of thin lathes tied together.

A Crown of Swords Jordan, Robert, 1948- 1996

Toram spread his hands as if to say he had done all he could.

A Crown of Swords Jordan, Robert, 1948- 1996

Still no blade touched anything but another, yet now Rand backed away constantly, sword darting to defend, and Toram moved forward, attacking, eyes glittering with icy fury.

A Crown of Swords Jordan, Robert, 1948- 1996

Back and forth in beauty, and whatever Rand thought, Toram clearly wished his blade was steel.

A Crown of Swords Jordan, Robert, 1948- 1996

The gray-haired Green had taken charge, clearly, and she kept it despite attempted protests from Darlin, who like many Tairens seemed not to relish Aes Sedai a great deal, and Toram, who just seemed to dislike anyone giving orders but himself.

A Crown of Swords Jordan, Robert, 1948- 1996

Without warning, Toram tossed one of the swords; Rand caught it out of the air by the long hilt.

A Crown of Swords Jordan, Robert, 1948- 1996

Toram showed his teeth on seeing the heron engraved on the blade Rand had unsheathed.

A Crown of Swords Jordan, Robert, 1948- 1996

"You are dead, cousin," Toram sneered, lifting his sword high to strike again

A Crown of Swords Jordan, Robert, 1948- 1996

Toram roared, so loudly that Min spun to face him with her knives raised.

A Crown of Swords Jordan, Robert, 1948- 1996