“FIBER” in italiano

Each wool fiber caught the October sun like a prism, and the tiny explosions of color almost reminded him of… what?

Even as the wood fell out from beneath her, Gwyn still seemed to be running, then leaping into the open air, only that rope around her middle to keep her from death as she began to plunge—But Nesta had grabbed on to the rope, dropping before the bridge post and wrapping her legs around it, holding on tightly as inch after inch of rough fiber ripped through her hands.