If The World Is Ending, A Woman

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.

The Wheel Of Time Turns, And Ages Come And Pass, Leaving Memories That Become Legend. Legend Fades To Myth, And Even Myth Is Long Forgotten When The Age That Gave It Birth Comes Again. In One Age, Called The Third Age By Some, An Age Yet To Come, An Age Long Past, A Wind Rose In The Mountains Of Mist. The Wind Was Not The Beginning. There Are Neither Beginnings Nor Endings To The Turning Of The Wheel Of Time. But It Was A Beginning.

But It Was An Ending.

I'm Not Certain That I Draw From Any One Culture More Than Others. Many Myths And Legends Of Many Different Cultures Are Really The Same Story When You Get To The Heart Of It. They Are Often Cultural Cautionary Tales About How We Should Behave And How We Should Live.

Prophecy Is Most Dangerous When You Try To Make It Happen... The Pattern Weaves Itself Around You, But When You Try To Weave It, Even You Cannot Hold It.