Tonight You Will Eat Fish. Tomorrow, You

Clutch The Bramble And You Will Be Pricked.

Loial, Son Of Arent, Son Of Halen, Had Secretly Always Wanted To Be Hasty.

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.

Run When You Have To, Fight When You Must, Rest When You Can.

As The Wheel Of Time Turns, Places Wear Many Names. Men Wear Many Names, Many Faces. Different Faces, But Always The Same Man. Yet No One Knows The Great Pattern The Wheel Weaves, Or Even The Pattern Of An Age. We Can Only Watch, And Study, And Hope.