Waiting Turns Men Into Bears In A

Loial, Son Of Arent, Son Of Halen, Had Secretly Always Wanted To Be Hasty.

Demandred Blocked Lan's Attack But He Breathed Hoarsely. "who Are You?" Demandred Whispered Again. "no One Of This Age Has Such Skill. Asmodean? No, No. He Couldn't Have Fought Me Like This. Lews Therin? It Is You Behind That Face, Isn't It?" "i Am Just A Man," Lan Whispered. "that Is All I Have Ever Been.

If Your Enemy Offers You Two Targets, Strike At A Third.

A Flapping Tongue Has Killed More Men Than Sudden Storms Ever Did.

Sometimes Six And Six Make A Dozen, And Sometimes They Make A Mess