Kahlan Stood Quietly In The Shadows, Watching,

Once Committed To Fight, Cut. Everything Else Is Secondary. Cut. That Is Your Duty, Your Purpose, Your Hunger. There Is No Rule More Important, No Commitment That Overrides That One. Cut. Cut From The Void, Not From Bewilderment. Cut The Enemy As Quickly And Directly As Possible. Cut Decisively, Resolutely. Cut Into The Enemy’s Strength. Flow Through The Gaps In His Guard. Cut Him. Cut Him Down Utterly. Don’t Allow Him A Breath. Crush Him. Cut Him Without Mercy To The Depths Of His Spirit." -richard Rahl

The Sun Has Already Set On The Days We Made Those Choices. We Must Concentrate On What We Can Do Tomorrow; We Can't Relive Yesterday.

I Had To Live This Long, Have The Experiences I've Had, To Create What I Do. I Knew I Wanted To Write For Years, But I Had To Be Ready So I Wouldn't Blow It. The Move To Maine Was The Final Step.

His Face Set In Grim Determination, Richard Slogged Ahead, His Fingers Reaching Up To Touch The Tooth Under His Shirt. Loneliness, Deeper Than He Had Never Known, Sagged His Shoulders. All His Friends Were Lost To Him. He Knew Now That His Life Was Not His Own. It Belonged To His Duty, To His Task. He Was The Seeker. Nothing More. Nothing Less. Not His Own Man, But A Pawn To Be Used By Others. A Tool, Same As His Sword, To Help Others, That They Might Have The Life He Had Only Glimpsed For A Twinkling. He Was No Different From The Dark Things In The Boundary. A Bringer Of Death.

Emotion Did Not Play A Part In Truth, Only Reality Did.