‘There must be some way to fight back,’ the Visarch continued, sensing her conflicted thoughts. ‘Not simply to respond and defend, but to strike at our enemies.’
‘Perhaps we have gathered the means to do just that,’ she said, meaning the Hand of Darkness at her belt.
‘But you are happy to turn it over to the humans, a good little hunting hound.’
Yvraine skidded to a stop, her blade in her hand in a flash, its edge against the side of the Visarch’s helm as he halted. His sword was also free, point aimed towards her midriff with unthinking, instant response.
‘I am no other’s slave,’ hissed the Opener of the Seventh Way. ‘You would do well to choose your words more carefully.’
‘I speak as I see,’ said the Visarch. ‘When last did Yvraine of the Ynnari do her own bidding?’
-Rise of the Ynnari: Ghost Warrior, Gav Thorpe
