You Read Too Much And Understand Too

Yes...how Else Could Demandred Explain The Skill Of The Enemy General? Only A Man With The Experience Of An Ancient Was So Masterly At The Dance Of Battlefields. At Their Core, Many Battle Tactics Were Simple. Avoid Being Flanked, Meet Heavy Force With Pikes, Infantry With A Well-trained Line, Channelers With Other Channelers. And Yet, The Finesse Of It...the Little Details...these Took Centuries To Master. No Man From This Age Had Lived Long Enough To Learn The Details With Such Care.

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.

Sandar Came To Stand Beside Him, Frowning Down At The Crumpled High Lord. "he Does Not Look So Mighty Lying There," He Said Wonderingly. "he Does Not Look So Much Greater Than Me.

What I Love I Destroy. What I Destroy, I Love.

The More Women There Are About, The Softer A Wise Man Steps.