The Golden Crane Flies For Tarmon Gai'don!

From The Time An Aiel Boy Becomes A Man He Will Not Sing Anything But Battle Chants, Or Their Dirge For The Slain. I Have Heard Them Singing Over Their Dead, And Over Those They Have Killed. That Song Is One To Make The Stones Weep.

Fantasy Is An Area Where It Is Possible To Talk About Right And Wrong, Good And Evil, With A Straight Face. In Mainstream Fiction And Even In A Good Deal Of Mystery, These Things Are Presented As Simply Two Sides Of The Same Coin. Never Really More Than A Matter Of Where You Happen To Be Standing.

He Doesn't Know What To Make Of Me," Mat Said Softly. "how Very Uncommon. I Can't Think Of Anyone Else Who Has Reacted That Way To You, Mat.

Clutch The Bramble And You Will Be Pricked.

Any Day You Wake Up, Maybe You Die.