Why didn't you guess this would happen?" Elayne demanded. He looked at her, expressionless. One side of his mouth twitched up, then he pulled his hat down, shading his eyepatch. "Light," Elayne said. "You knew. You spent this whole week planning with us, and you knew the entire time you'd throw it out with the dishwater.

There are no clear paths. Only pitfalls and tripwires and darkness.

A secret spoken finds wings.

The wheel weaves as the wheel wills

The Black Tower stands with the Lion of Andor." -Logain

The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills, Perrin. We've become what we needed to become."- Rand Al'Thor

Yes...how else could Demandred explain the skill of the enemy general? Only a man with the experience of an ancient was so masterly at the dance of battlefields. At their core, many battle tactics were simple. Avoid being flanked, meet heavy force with pikes, infantry with a well-trained line, channelers with other channelers. And yet, the finesse of it...the little details...these took centuries to master. No man from this Age had lived long enough to learn the details with such care.