Wounds To The Pride Are Remembered Long

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.

Tuon's Eyes Snapped Open, And Despite The Dim Light, She Focused Directly On Mat. She Saw The Knife In His Hand, Ready To Throw. Then She Looked Over Her Shoulder.

A Spoonful Of Hope And A Cup Of Despair

A Cat For A Hat, Or A Hat For A Cat. But Nothing For Nothing.

A Man Without Trust Is A Man Without Life.