In The End, All Men Die. How

You Are Out Of Control, Rand Al'thor,' She Declared. I Do What Must Be Done,' He Said, Speaking Now From The Shadows. He Sounded Exhausted. ... I Hate What You Just Did, Rand,' Nynaeve Snarled. 'no, "hate" Isn't Strong Enough. I Loathe What You've Done. What Has Happened To You?' Test Him!' Rand Whispered, Voice Dangerous. 'before Condemning Me, Let Us First Determine If My Sins Have Achieved Anything Beyond My Own Damnation.

When I Write My Books, Actually I'm Known For Very Logical Rule-based Magic Systems. I Write With One Foot In Fantasy And One Foot In Science Fiction.

Belief Isn't Simply A Thing For Fair Times And Bright Days...what Is Belief - What Is Faith - If You Don't Continue In It After Failure?...anyone Can Believe In Someone, Or Something That Always Succeeds...but Failure...ah, Now, That Is Hard To Believe In, Certainly And Truly. Difficult Enough To Have Value. Sometimes We Just Have To Wait Long Enough...then We Find Out Why Exactly It Was That We Kept Believing...there's Always Another Secret.

Welcome, Ruin Said, To Godhood.

I Want You To Go Back Into The Barrack And Tell The Men To Come Out After The Storm. Tell Them To Look Up At Me Tied Here. Tell Them I’ll Open My Eyes And Look Back At Them, And They’ll Know Hat I Survived.