akhenet

At least her akhenet lines were dull now, offering a less obvious target.

Dancer's Illusion Maxwell, Ann 1988

Her akhenet lines surged in ragged pulses, unsettled by her recent passage through the veil.

Dancer's Illusion Maxwell, Ann 1988

Her voice was thin, her face pale against blazing whorls of akhenet lines.

Dancer's Illusion Maxwell, Ann 1988

She realized that her akhenet lines were alight, burning in the closed compartment until the heat was stifling.

Dancer's Illusion Maxwell, Ann 1988

A gout of black gushed up her arms, akhenet lines swallowed in a freezing instant, her energy and life pouring into the black stones in her hands.

Dancer's Illusion Maxwell, Ann 1988

New akhenet lines ripped through her flesh, but she felt nothing except the hot demands of her dance.

Dancer's Illusion Maxwell, Ann 1988

After a few moments they crowded forward eagerly to peer at the furred, muscular man and the strange woman dressed only in radiant akhenet lines.

Dancer's Illusion Maxwell, Ann 1988

Her akhenet lines offered some protection to her fingers.

Dancer's Illusion Maxwell, Ann 1988

When her akhenet lines no longer surged violently, he let out his breath in relief.

Dancer's Illusion Maxwell, Ann 1988

Pale-gold flames coursed over her akhenet lines, telling of energy doubled and redoubled and redoubled again, answering silent dancer commands.

Dancer's Illusion Maxwell, Ann 1988