Always Plan For The Worst,

We Rode On The Winds Of The Rising Storm, We Ran To The Sounds Of The Thunder. We Danced Among The Lightning Bolts, And Tore The World Asunder.

In Wars, Boy, Fools Kill Other Fools For Foolish Causes

The Amyrlin Seat Has Fallen," A Nearby Aes Sedai Cried Amid The Crystallized Sharans. "the Amyrlin Seat Has Fallen!

We Should Ask Our Commanders..." Elayne Trailed Off. "if There Are Any We Trust Not To Be Under Compulsion." "there's Only One," Mat Said Grimly, Meeting Her Eyes. "and He's Telling You We Are Finished If We Continue As We Have. The Earlier Plan Was A Good Enough One, But After What We Lost Today...elayne, We're Dead Unless We Choose One Place To Stand, Gather Together, And Fight." One Last Toss Of The Dice.

Wounds To The Pride Are Remembered Long After Wounds To The Flesh.