Beauty Holds More Worth Than Gold.

It's Never Over, Al'thor. The Battle's Never Done.

What Woman Could I Hate Enough To Marry Her To The Dragon Reborn?

As The Wheel Of Time Turns, Places Wear Many Names. Men Wear Many Names, Many Faces. Different Faces, But Always The Same Man. Yet No One Knows The Great Pattern The Wheel Weaves, Or Even The Pattern Of An Age. We Can Only Watch, And Study, And Hope.

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.

Surprising What You Can Dig Out Of Books If You Read Long Enough, Isn't It?