Demandred blocked Lan's attack but he breathed hoarsely. "Who are you?" Demandred whispered again. "No one of this Age has such skill. Asmodean? No, no. He couldn't have fought me like this. Lews Therin? It is you behind that face, isn't it?" "I am just a man," Lan whispered. "That is all I have ever been.

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

The people seemed nearly ostentatious about minding their own business.

The nobles and the noble Houses maneuver for advantage. They do things they think will help them, or hurt and enemy, or both. Usually, it's all done in secrecy, or if not, they try to make it seem as if they're doing something other than what they are.

The arrogance of men never ceases to amaze me. You all think everything has to do with you, and every woman has to desire you.

I've come to give you your gift back, Mordeth," Cauthon whispered. "I consider our debt paid in full.

By the way, I saved Moiraine. Chew on that as you try to decide which of the two of us is winning." -Mat