A Woman's Eyes Cut Deeper Than A

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

Perrin, My Father Says A General Can Take Care Of The Living Or Weep For The Dead, But He Cannot Do Both.

Some Men […] Choose To Seek Greatness, While Others Are Forced To It. It Is Always Better To Choose Than To Be Forced. A Man Who Is Forced Is Never Completely His Own Master. He Must Dance On The Strings Of Those Who Forced Him.

Browns Seek Knowledge, Blues Meddle In Causes, And Whites Consider The Questions Of Truth With Implacable Logic. We All Do Some Of It All, Of Course. But To Be Green Means To Stand Ready. In The Trolloc Wars, We Were Often Called The Battle Ajah. All Aes Sedai Helped Where And When They Could, But The Green Ajah Alone Was Always With The Armies, In Almost Every Battle. We Were The Counter To The Dreadlords. The Battle Ajah. And Now We Stand Ready, For The Trollocs To Come South Again, For Tarmon Gai'don. The Last Battle. We Will Be There. That Is What It Means To Be Green. -alanna

You Didn't Listen To Me," Lan Whispered. One Last Lesson. The Hardest. Demandred Struck, And Lan Saw His Opening. Lan Lunged Forward Placing Demandred's Sword Point Against His Own Side And Ramming Himself Forward Onto It. "i Did Not Come Here To Win," Lan Whispered, Smiling. "i Came Here To Kill You. Death Is Lighter Than A Feather." Demandred's Eyes Opened Wide, And He Tried To Pull Back. Too Late. Lan's Sword Took Him Straight Though The Throat.