If It Hurts Too Much, Make It

We Rode On The Winds Of The Rising Storm, We Ran To The Sounds Of The Thunder. We Danced Among The Lightning Bolts, And Tore The World Asunder.

You Didn't Listen To Me," Lan Whispered. One Last Lesson. The Hardest. Demandred Struck, And Lan Saw His Opening. Lan Lunged Forward Placing Demandred's Sword Point Against His Own Side And Ramming Himself Forward Onto It. "i Did Not Come Here To Win," Lan Whispered, Smiling. "i Came Here To Kill You. Death Is Lighter Than A Feather." Demandred's Eyes Opened Wide, And He Tried To Pull Back. Too Late. Lan's Sword Took Him Straight Though The Throat.

There Was A Wild Light In His Eyes. "bring Your Lightnings, Aes Sedai. I Will Dance With Them.

If Wishes Had Wings, Sheep Would Fly.

It Has Been Quite A Weight, Hasn't It?" Tam Asked. "what Weight?" Rand Replied. "that Lost Hand You've Been Carrying." Rand Looked Down At His Stump. "yes. I Believe It Has Been At That.