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Robert Jordan
“She was a soldier, a warrior in her way as much as I. This could have happened two hundred times these past twenty years. She knew it, and so did I. It was a good day to die.”
Robert Jordan, The Fires of Heaven

Robert Jordan
We have made the world dance as we sang for three thousand years. That is difficult habit to break, as I have learned while dancing to your song. You must dance free, and even the best intentioned of my sisters may well try to guide your steps as I once did.
Robert Jordan, The Fires of Heaven

Robert Jordan
“You will do well.”
Robert Jordan, The Fires of Heaven

Robert Jordan
“The old blood is indeed still strong in the Two Rivers.”
Robert Jordan, The Eye of the World

Robert Jordan
“The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills,' was Moiraine’s reply. She stood in the doorway looking more Aes Sedai than he ever remembered her, ageless, with dark eyes that seemed ready to swallow him, slight and slender yet so regal she could have commanded a roomful of queens if she could not channel a spark. That blue stone on her forehead was catching the light again. 'You will do well, Rand.'

He stared at the door long after it closed behind them.”
Robert Jordan

Robert Jordan
“Girls say all sort of silly things. You watch after yourself, now. You leave me alone in this, and I'll wring your neck.”
Robert Jordan, New Spring

Robert Jordan
“Do not question me," she said coldly. "You do not know which questions to ask, and you would comprehend less than half the answers if I gave them. Which I will not.”
Robert Jordan, The Dragon Reborn

Robert Jordan
“Chasing after prophecy, Moiraine had decided by the end of the first month, involved very little adventure and a great deal of saddlesoreness and frustration.”
Robert Jordan, New Spring

Robert Jordan
“Moiraine shivered at the thought, ridiculous as it was. If the new Amyrlin learned what she was up to... Inserting herself into secret plans, unbidden and unannounced, would not go unpunished.”
Robert Jordan, New Spring

Robert Jordan
“Could a Red be trusted to remember that he would be humankind's salvation while remembering what else he would be? The day suddenly seemed colder to Moiraine, for remembering.”
Robert Jordan, New Spring

Robert Jordan
“No one denied that some misguided people believed the Dark One would give them immortality, people who would kill and do every sort of evil to gain that hoped-for reward. And if any sister could be Black Ajah, anyone she met could be a Darkfriend. She hoped Siuan remembered that.”
Robert Jordan, New Spring

Robert Jordan
“The inn where she had a small room was called The Gates of Heaven...”
Robert Jordan, New Spring

Robert Jordan
“You won't want to be standing when you hear what I have to say. For that matter, I bloody well don't want to be standing myself.”
Robert Jordan, New Spring

Robert Jordan
“No one knows you are here at all, Siuan,' she said. 'Best if it stays so. You have your book? Good.”
Robert Jordan, New Spring

Robert Jordan
“When the door creaked slowly open in the dark hours of morning, Moiraine embraced the Source in a flash. Saidar filled her to the point where the sweetness and joy came close to pain. Not as much of the Power as she would be able to handle in another year, much less five, yet a hair more would burn the ability out of her now, or kill her. One was as bad as the other, but she wanted to draw more, and not just because the Power
always made you want more.
Cadsuane put her head in. Moiraine had forgotten her promise, her threat. Cadsuane saw the glow, of course, could feel how much she held. 'Fool girl,' was all the woman said before leaving.”
Robert Jordan, New Spring

Robert Jordan
“Learning anything proved to be difficult. Impossible. First the men were busy setting up camp, tending the horses, making a larger fire. They did not seem eager to face a new spring night without that.”
Robert Jordan, New Spring

Robert Jordan
“Every man has to die somewhere,' he said softly, and went off to make up his blankets.”
Robert Jordan, New Spring