brin

I have to know where Brin is to be certain.

How could Brin hope to stand against something like that?

But Brin had seen something in the old man's eyes.

Brin saw it then; those few words gave her the answer that she had been looking for.

Even Brin wasn't entirely sure what he had learned to do with it.

Brin watched him until he was out of sight, then turned and started ahead once more.

Brin whispered in her mind, still waiting to hear it told.

He looked old this night, Brin thought and wondered that it could be so.

Brin's mind raced, thinking through the meaning of what she had been told.

Brin had the power to transform living things by singing.

Strangers joined in common cause but without understanding, thought Brin.

Brin drew up short in spite of herself and looked about.

But Brin hesitated, still not willing to give it up.

What had happened to Brin to cause her such unhappiness?

Brin knew at once what the Druid was talking about.

Brin listened to that voice and went cold to the bone.

"Brin come help me with the rest of the packing, please."

But Brin's parents were governed by a strong sense of duty.

He saw less danger in its use than Brin did because it worked differently for him.

He turned then to find Brin, sensing somehow that all was not well with her.

The girl was silent for a moment, apparently considering what Brin had told her.

Brin swung the rifle to the man who was now the last in line.

The knowledge that he was the only one who could see them brought Brin to the verge of panic several times.

Brin took the rifle and pointed it straight into the air.

Brin scrunched up his face as he looked at the ground for the first time.