The Wheel Weaves As The Wheel Wills

The End Is Near," Moridin Said. "the Wheel Has Groaned Its Final Rotation, The Clock Has Lost Its Spring, The Serpent Heaves Its Final Gasps.

Sleep Well And Wake, Rand Al'thor.

First Things First; Take Care Of What Can Be Done Now Before Worrying Too Long Over What Might Never Be.

You Ride To Battle?" Karede Asked. "i Was Thinking More Of A Saunter," Mat Said. He Shook His Head. "i Need A Feel For What Demandred Is Doing...i'm Going Out There, Karede, And Putting You Fellows Between Me And The Trollocs Sounds Delightful. Are You Coming?

The Creator Made Women To Please The Eye, And To Boggle The Mind.