Excerpt from SORCERER'S LEGACY:

     "Show yourself, meddler," she said sharply.  Her troubles were great enough without a stranger intruding on them.  "Show yourself!  I am sick to death of guessing you out."
     A faint light sparked into existence before her.  With a thin snap, it flared into startling brilliance.  Darkness shattered, knifed into sudden shadows.  Elienne shielded her aching eyes with her hands, half blinded, and found herself face to face with a Sorcerer.