“ROD” in italiano

A noise came from the closet, plastic hangers scraping across the wood clothes rod.

The enchanters made those rods for everyone and each rod was different, a personal thing.

Sivan tapped Tsen’s black rod.

’Tsen touched the rod to the enchanted glass welded into the stone and thought of the chain coming loose.

And he didn’t have his black rod any more.

People assume if my wife can order around my staff, she can order me around, and that I must languish under the iron rod of the Kressinds.

They’d tell him when they were ready, and Sivan waving Tsen’s black rod about made it obvious he needed him to do something that couldn’t be done by anyone else.

’He’d feared they’d meet a gold-glass wall, the sort that needed a enchanter’s black rod to open, that he’d have to go back to the gondola and get the silver globe Chay-Liang had made for him for cutting through; but this high up in the tower Senxian had seen no need to keep people out.

When they were done, Tsen brandished his black rod at the shifter.

He tapped Tsen’s black rod.

They flew at the command of the black rod of Baros Tsen T’Varr or the enchantress Chay-Liang.