If Wishes Were Wings, Pigs Would Fly.

Why Didn't You Guess This Would Happen?" Elayne Demanded. He Looked At Her, Expressionless. One Side Of His Mouth Twitched Up, Then He Pulled His Hat Down, Shading His Eyepatch. "light," Elayne Said. "you Knew. You Spent This Whole Week Planning With Us, And You Knew The Entire Time You'd Throw It Out With The Dishwater.

The Corpse's Hand Reached Up And Grabbed Shaisam By The Throat. He Gasped, Thrashing, As The Corpse Opened Its Eye. "there's An Odd Thing About Disease I Once Heard, Fain," Matrim Cauthon Whispered. "once You Catch A Disease And Survive, You Can't Get It Again.

When You Saw Me With A Dagger In Hand - As If To Throw At You - You Didn't Call For Your Guards. You Didn't Fear I Was Here To Kill You. You Looked Over Your Shoulder To See What I Was Aiming At. That's The Most Loving Gesture I Think A Man Could Receive From A Woman. Unless You'd Like To Sit On My Knee For A While.

The Yellowfly Is Almost Too Small To See, But If You Leave Its Egg In Your Skin, You Will Lose An Arm Or Leg Before It Hatches - If It Does Not Kill You.

Rand Al'thor Is A Mule-headed, Stone-willed Fool Of A...a...a Man!