...my sanity threatened to take a holiday without me.

Nothing says you care for me better than offering to torture my enemies.

Flea stared at us, "I can't decide what's worse. Losing family members or not having a family member to lose.

“Run,” he whispered. “Run.” “No, Rand,” I said, brushing the dirt from his face. “I’m tired of running.” “Forgive me, please.” He clutched my hand as his eyes beseeched me through tears of pain. “You’re forgiven.” He sighed once, then stopped breathing. The shine in his brown eyes dulled. I pulled his hood over his head.

I'd wish you luck, but I don't think it would help," "Why not?" "My lady, you make your own luck.

Lying to yourself is easy, too. I know. It's much harder to stay and deal with consequences.

You had me tied in knots. You saved Belen's life, and I wanted to kill and thank you all at the same time. And during those nights when we didn't know if you'd live or die, I went from being angry, to worried to frustrated to scared all within a single heartbeat. If you had die, I would have killed you.