Storms Rumble Beyond The Horizon, And The

That Man,' Elayne Said, 'is Never Where He Needs To Be.' 'and Yet,' Perrin Said, 'he Always Arrives There Eventually.

We Should Ask Our Commanders..." Elayne Trailed Off. "if There Are Any We Trust Not To Be Under Compulsion." "there's Only One," Mat Said Grimly, Meeting Her Eyes. "and He's Telling You We Are Finished If We Continue As We Have. The Earlier Plan Was A Good Enough One, But After What We Lost Today...elayne, We're Dead Unless We Choose One Place To Stand, Gather Together, And Fight." One Last Toss Of The Dice.

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.

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.

Hope Is Like A Piece Of String When You’re Drowning; It Just Isn’t Enough To Get You Out By Itself.