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Old 04-14-2017, 12:52 AM
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Originally Posted by GonzoTheGreat View Post
I't a quote from the Prophecies of the Dragon:

That is the preprologue to TFoH. It is a reference to the lightnings that Rand and Sammael (and Egwene and Aviendha) used in the Battle of Cairhien.
It's at least partly a reference to the heat. I might even go so far as to say that's the main reference.

Quote:
Originally Posted by LOC 1
In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose among brown-thicketed hills in Cairhien.
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Originally Posted by TFOH
The hills burn, and the land turns sere.
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Originally Posted by LOC 1
Westward the wind blew over abandoned villages and farms, many only jumbles of charred timber. War had racked Cairhien, war and civil war, invasion and chaos, and even now that it was done, insofar as it was done, only a handful began to trickle back to their homes. The wind held no moisture, and the sun tried to sear away what little remained in the land. Where the small town of Maerone faced larger Aringill across the River Erinin, the wind crossed into Andor. Both towns baked, and if more prayers for rain rose in Aringill, where refugees from Cairhien jammed inside the walls like fish in a cask, even the soldiers packed around Maerone offered up words to the Creator, sometimes drunkenly, sometimes fervently. Winter should have been beginning to send out tendrils, the first snows long past, and those who sweated feared the reason it was not so, though few dared voice those fears.

Westward the wind blew, stirring drought-shriveled leaves on the trees, riffling the surface of shrinking streams bordered in hard-baked mud. There were no burned-out ruins in Andor, but villagers eyed the swollen sun nervously and farmers tried not to look at fields that had produced no fall crops.
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