'So you just wish me to sit and Short Sexy Hair close my eyes and seek the quiet Short Sexy Hair within?'
She nodded. 'Yes.' Sister Verna pulled her heavy brown cloak tighter
around her shoulders. 'You may begin.'
Richard let out a breath. 'All right.'
He closed his eyes. It seemed his thoughts were scattering in all
directions at once. He tried to herd Short Sexy Hair them away. He tried to think of a word
or a picture to focus on. Short Sexy Hair he Short Sexy Hair thought of Kahlan's name before anything else.
He Short Sexy Hair let it flow like liquid through his mind. Kahlan. He rejected the idea.
He Short Sexy Hair hated his magic, and didn't want to associate her with anything he
hated. Besides, Short Sexy Hair the thought of her only brought pain, the pain of loving
her enough to give her what she wanted, of having set her free.
He thought of simple words, simple objects, but none held Short Sexy Hair any interest for
him. He calmed his mind and relaxed Short Sexy Hair his breathing. He sought peace within
Short Sexy Hair himself, a
calm center, the way he had always done when he needed to think
of a solution to a problem. In the Short Sexy Hair quiet, he tried to think of an image he
could use. It popped into his mind, almost of Short Sexy Hair its own accord.
The Sword of Truth.
It was already magic, and therefore he wouldn't be tainting it. It was a
simple image. It seemed to fit the requirements. It was Short Sexy Hair settled. It would
be the Sword of Truth.
Richard pictured it floating by itself on a field of black. He studied the
details he knew Short Sexy Hair so well: the polished blade with the