Two Hands. One To Destroy, The Other

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.

You Have To Have Talent To Some Extent - I Certainly Hope I Have Talent - But You Have To Have Luck As Well. Once You Get That First Shot, That Will Get You Noticed For The Rest Of Your Books And That Will Give The Rest Of Your Books A Better Chance.

It's Never Over, Al'thor. The Battle's Never Done.

If The World Is Ending, A Woman Will Want To Fix Her Hair. If The World's Ending, A Woman Will Take The Time To Tell A Man Something He's Done Wrong.

The Only Way To Live Is To Die. I Must Die. I Deserve Only Death.