The Light Of A New Day Always

Cara Burst Into A Hearty Laugh. She Clapped Richard On The Back As He Walked Passed. "i Like Her, Lord Rahl. You May Keep Her.

Boundary Wardens, Zedd Thought, Were Tougher Than They Had A Right To Be.

You Talk Like A Drunk Man Walks: In Every Direction But Where He Be Headed.

His Face Set In Grim Determination, Richard Slogged Ahead, His Fingers Reaching Up To Touch The Tooth Under His Shirt. Loneliness, Deeper Than He Had Never Known, Sagged His Shoulders. All His Friends Were Lost To Him. He Knew Now That His Life Was Not His Own. It Belonged To His Duty, To His Task. He Was The Seeker. Nothing More. Nothing Less. Not His Own Man, But A Pawn To Be Used By Others. A Tool, Same As His Sword, To Help Others, That They Might Have The Life He Had Only Glimpsed For A Twinkling. He Was No Different From The Dark Things In The Boundary. A Bringer Of Death.

People Need An Enemy To Feel A Sense Of Purpose.