unbeliever

A moment later, he knew that the Unbeliever was gone.

How many times had his father told him about the Unbeliever?

Nor have the population all gone over to the Unbeliever.

Always she has believed that the Unbeliever will come for her.

And was not that promise kept in the person of the Unbeliever?

The Unbeliever desired to save a life in his world.

But many brave hearts have held hope in the name of the Unbeliever.

Again, the Unbeliever found that he could not argue away his guilt.

The people of the Land had called him the Unbeliever.

But the proof of her endurance is here, in the Unbeliever himself.

And you are the Unbeliever, the bearer of white gold.

The Unbeliever was trying to tell him something, something for which he did not have words.

He has heard the legends of the Unbeliever from his cradle.

For some reason; the Unbeliever was on his feet.

But then he could not keep himself from reverting to the subject of the Unbeliever.

The Unbeliever stood in the center of the hall.

At once, he pounced on the Unbeliever, caught him by the arm.

That has the sound of the Unbeliever in it."

"Unbeliever, I have no gift for you," he said without inflection.

He gave the Unbeliever a florid bow which nearly cost him his balance.

There he lifted the Unbeliever in his arms, and bore him like a child through the weight of the falls.

The mist made that word, Unbeliever, into a name of sovereign scorn.

But the end will be yours, Unbeliever, not mine.

After a moment, the Unbeliever nodded, swallowing the bile of his thoughts.

With a neck-strap he ensured that the Unbeliever would sit upright.