had listened to Verin's lectures on the journey from black sexe Toman Head. What could
this possibly have to do with whether or not she was a Dreamer?
"Very good. But the black sexe Pattern may be even more complex than that, black sexe child.
The black sexe Wheel weaves our lives to make the Pattern of an Age, but the Ages
themselves are woven into black sexe the Age Lace, the Great Pattern. Who can know if
this is even the tenth part of the black sexe weaving, though? Some in the Age of
Legends apparently believe that there were still other worlds - even harder
to reach than the worlds of the Portal Stones, if that can be believed -
lying like this." She drew black sexe more lines, cross-hatching the first set. For a
moment she stared at them. "The warp and the woof of the black sexe weave. Perhaps the
Wheel of Time weaves a still greater Pattern from worlds." black sexe Straightening,
she dusted her hands. "Well, that is neither here nor there. black sexe in all of
these worlds, whatever their other variations, a few things are constant.
One is that the Dark One is imprisoned in black sexe all of them."
In spite of herself,
Egwene stepped closer to peer at black sexe the
lines Verin
had drawn. "In all of them? How can that be? Are you saying there is a
Father of Lies for each world?" The thought of so many Dark Ones made her
shiver.
"No, child. There is one Creator, black sexe who exists everywhere at once black sexe for
all of these worlds. In the same way,
there is only one Dark One, who also