A Beautiful Battle Is One You Don't

There Are No Clear Paths. Only Pitfalls And Tripwires And Darkness.

The Amyrlin Seat Has Fallen," A Nearby Aes Sedai Cried Amid The Crystallized Sharans. "the Amyrlin Seat Has Fallen!

The Wheel Of Time Turns, And Ages Come And Pass, Leaving Memories That Become Legend. Legend Fades To Myth, And Even Myth Is Long Forgotten When The Age That Gave It Birth Comes Again. In One Age, Called The Third Age By Some, An Age Yet To Come, An Age Long Past, A Wind Rose In The Mountains Of Mist. The Wind Was Not The Beginning. There Are Neither Beginnings Nor Endings To The Turning Of The Wheel Of Time. But It Was A Beginning.

There's No Time For Winking At The Men When You're Busy Bailing The Boat.

You Will Serve The Cyrstal Throne Well. It Would Be A Shame To See You Assassinated Too Early. I Will Make Certain That The First I Send After You Are Newly Trained, So That You May Stop Them With Ease." -general Galgan To Mat