If You Have A Sword, And The

The End Is Near," Moridin Said. "the Wheel Has Groaned Its Final Rotation, The Clock Has Lost Its Spring, The Serpent Heaves Its Final Gasps.

You Trouble Me So, Rand Al'thor. Light, Sometimes I Think The Creator Made You Just To Trouble Me.

Whatever Can Be Done, Can Be Undone.

The Golden Crane Flies For Tarmon Gai'don!

Pessimism, She Is A Fond Friend Of Yours, Yes?" - That's Uncalled For. I Barely Know Her. Mere Acquaintances, At Best.