Two Hands. One To Destroy, The Other

It Was Easier To Be Brave When Someone Needed Your Protection.

Out Of The Night Hopper Came, And Perrin Was One With The Wolf. Hopper, The Cub Who Had Watched The Eagles Soar, And Wanted So Badly To Fly Through The Sky As The Eagles Did. The Cub Who Hopped And Jumped And Leaped Until He Could Leap Higher Than Any Other Wolf, Who Never Lost The Cub's Yearning To Soar Through The Sky. [...] Something Crashed Into His Head, And As He Fell, He Did Not Know If It Was Hopper Or Himself Who Died.

A Warder Once Told Me Trollocs Call The Aiel Waste 'the Dying Ground.' I Mean To Make Them Give That Name To The Two Rivers.

Trust Is As Slippery As A Basket Of Eels Sometimes.

And His Paths Shall Be Many, And Who Shall Know His Name, For He Shall Be Beorn Among Us Many Times, In Many Guises, As He Has Been And Ever Will Be, Time Without End. His Coming Shall Be Like The Sharp Edge Of The Plow, Turning Our Lives In Furrows Form Out Of The Places Where We Lie In Our Silence. The Breaker Of Binds; The Forger Of Chains. The Maker Of Futures; The Unshaper Of Destiny. -from Commentaries On The Prophecies Of The Dragon, By Jurith Dorine, Right Hand To The Queen Of Almoren, 742 Ab, The Third Age