Nobody Tells Us How To

Often You Don't Know Whether A Woman Is Friend, Enemy Or Lover Until It Is Too Late. Sometimes, She Is All Three.

A Man Can Get Killed In There.

Dance With Her, And She Will Forgive Much. Dance Well, And She Will Forgive Anything.

The Wheel Of Time Turns, And Ages Come And Pass, Leaving Memories That Become Legend. Legend Fades To Myth, And Even Myth Is Long Forgotten When The Age That Gave It Birth Comes Again. In One Age, Called The Third Age By Some, An Age Yet To Come, An Age Long Past, A Wind Rose In The Mountains Of Mist. The Wind Was Not The Beginning. There Are Neither Beginnings Nor Endings To The Turning Of The Wheel Of Time. But It Was A Beginning.

Tuon's Eyes Snapped Open, And Despite The Dim Light, She Focused Directly On Mat. She Saw The Knife In His Hand, Ready To Throw. Then She Looked Over Her Shoulder.