He Was Swimming In A Sea Of

You Trouble Me So, Rand Al'thor. Light, Sometimes I Think The Creator Made You Just To Trouble Me.

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

Duty Is Heavy As A Mountain, Death Is Light As A Feather.

The Wheel Of Time Turns, And Ages Come And Pass. What Was, What Will Be, And What Is, May Yet Fall Under The Shadow.

The Corpse's Hand Reached Up And Grabbed Shaisam By The Throat. He Gasped, Thrashing, As The Corpse Opened Its Eye. "there's An Odd Thing About Disease I Once Heard, Fain," Matrim Cauthon Whispered. "once You Catch A Disease And Survive, You Can't Get It Again.