The Grey Tower

Mist formed as Sojin exhaled, a symptom of the mountain climate. His blue eyes scanned the skies above, the stars only partially shrouded by clouds. Light from an otherwise unobscured full moon flooded the heavily treed area around him. It hit the small lake’s calm surface, reflecting like a thousan...

My Sojin Majere is returning after a long absence, and he's suffering from two things: restored youth (well 30ish) and a memory gap. It's selective memory, and gaps exist between when he was in the Tower, he recalls the first Green he was bonded to (now gone) but the second is only a blank face and ...

Jerid chuckled from beneath his hood, a rare event for an emotionless Asha’man. “Dear Sister, you are correct. My daughter is a Gaidin, and she will want to be in the thick of things.” He sighed quietly. “She is so much like her mother, and me,” he murmured, looking up ahead at the young fire-haired...

Jerid was through the gateway, the last of the channelers, the male half of the Power trickling through him as a precaution. It was a habit born out of two hundred years of instinct, as natural as the grip on one of his long knives as he rode through the portal into another country. And it was alway...

“Because I’m selfish,” the Indigo answered with stark honesty. His gold-green eyes held nothing back, nor did his expression. For a few heartbeats, the oldest Asha’man in the Tower revealed his feelings: strong determination, fierce devotion and unequivocal love. The expression and the conveyed emot...

Jerid’s gold-green eyes focused between Miahala, Haeden and Liaran, capturing all the subtle details. He’d been raised a thief despite a highborn heritage, and countless years later, such skills served him well. Miahala was beyond him, practiced in a way that only a few such as themselves could ever...

Jerid cocked his head slightly, his youthful face emotionless as the Gaidin provided his brief summary. The Indigo remembered only slices of the other man’s life — there were years or decades in which the Asha’man had been gone, such that he remembered his parents more. But Haeden’s words were famil...

Jerid Walker waited in the shadows, waiting for one other. The cloaked and hooded Indigo Asha'man was well concealed, both physically and in a state of mind. His breathing was low, his clothes a mix of molted greys and greens over hunters' leathers. Behind him, his sorrel mare quietly nuzzled him, w...

A small smile touched the hooded Asha'man's lips, visible enough for the Gaidin to see ... if he noticed. It was fleeting, gone two heartbeats after it had appeared. And it was a smile of good-natured humor and admiration that a Warder could still show surprise, however subtle and be comfortable doi...

Jerid Walker Asha'man The letter that came to the quarters of Haeden Gaidin and Liraan Sedai quite early ... enough that a few soft knocks would answer the door with disturbing one of two residents. The Dedicated who held the note bowed respectfully to the Gaidin that answered the door and rapidly ...