Strange Clothes You Wear, Child Of The

Pessimism, She Is A Fond Friend Of Yours, Yes?" - That's Uncalled For. I Barely Know Her. Mere Acquaintances, At Best.

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

Still Waters Run Deep. All Things Change Until We Wake. Dreams Drift In The Wind.

Thank You," The Young Mother Said Again. "thank You." "the Black Tower Protects," Logain Heard Himself Say. "always." "i Will Send Him To You To Be Tested When He Is Of Age," The Woman Promised, Holding Her Son. "i Would Have Him Join You, If He Has The Talent." The Talent. Not The Curse. The Talent.

These?" Mat Said, Gesturing To His Coat And Shirt. "i Really Have No Idea. They Were Just Down There. I'm Completely Baffled." He Had Been Very Pleased To Learn That Seanchan Guards-for All Their Stoic Expressions And Too-straight Backs-responded To Bribes Like Other People.