Caution Once Forgotten Could Be Forgotten Once

Browns Seek Knowledge, Blues Meddle In Causes, And Whites Consider The Questions Of Truth With Implacable Logic. We All Do Some Of It All, Of Course. But To Be Green Means To Stand Ready. In The Trolloc Wars, We Were Often Called The Battle Ajah. All Aes Sedai Helped Where And When They Could, But The Green Ajah Alone Was Always With The Armies, In Almost Every Battle. We Were The Counter To The Dreadlords. The Battle Ajah. And Now We Stand Ready, For The Trollocs To Come South Again, For Tarmon Gai'don. The Last Battle. We Will Be There. That Is What It Means To Be Green. -alanna

Dance Well With A Woman, And She's Halfway Yours.

It Has Been Quite A Weight, Hasn't It?" Tam Asked. "what Weight?" Rand Replied. "that Lost Hand You've Been Carrying." Rand Looked Down At His Stump. "yes. I Believe It Has Been At That.

You Didn't Listen To Me," Lan Whispered. One Last Lesson. The Hardest. Demandred Struck, And Lan Saw His Opening. Lan Lunged Forward Placing Demandred's Sword Point Against His Own Side And Ramming Himself Forward Onto It. "i Did Not Come Here To Win," Lan Whispered, Smiling. "i Came Here To Kill You. Death Is Lighter Than A Feather." Demandred's Eyes Opened Wide, And He Tried To Pull Back. Too Late. Lan's Sword Took Him Straight Though The Throat.

No Man Should Have Another Man's Voice In His Head.