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.

May you shelter in the palm of the Creator's hand, and may the last embrace of the mother welcome you home.

Still waters run deep. All things change until we wake. Dreams drift in the wind.

The leaf lives its appointed time, and does not struggle against the wind that carries it away. The leaf does no harm, and finally falls to nourish new leaves. So it should be with all men and women.

But it was an ending.

Has anyone ever told you that you should wear a hat? It would fit the missing eye quite well.' -Kathana to Mat

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