There was a wild light in his eyes. "Bring your lightnings, Aes Sedai. I will dance with them.

But it was an ending.

I think that quite often you can only find a choice between bad and worse. But I think it's worth making the effort, and I like to expose my characters to that sort of situation.

Men," Thom murmured. "Men who shook the pillars of heaven and rocked the world on its foundations." He shook his head. "It doesn't matter. Forget about them. They are dust now.

The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life and beauty swirl in the midst of death.

You read too much and understand too little.

It is every man's right to choose when to Sheathe the Sword." --- Ingtar Shinowa ---