Call It My Little Gesture

When You Know That Something's Going To Happen, You'll Start Trying To See Signs Of Its Approach In Just About Everything. Always Try To Remember That Most Of The Things That Happen In This World Aren't Signs. They Happen Because They Happen, And Their Only Real Significance Lies In Normal Cause And Effect. You'll Drive Yourself Crazy If You Start Trying To Pry The Meaning Out Of Every Gust Of Wind Or Rain Squall. I'm Not Denying That There Might Actually Be A Few Signs That You Won't Want To Miss. Knowing The Difference Is The Tricky Part.

But There's A World Beyond What We Can See And Touch, And That World Lives By Its Own Laws. What May Be Impossible In This Very Ordinary World Is Very Possible There, And Sometimes The Boundaries Between The Two Worlds Disappear, And Then Who Can Say What Is Possible And Impossible?

Behold Vo Mimbre," Mandorallen Proclaimed With Pride, "queen Of Cities. Upon That Rock The Tide Of Angarak Crashed And Recoiled And Crashed Again. Upon This Field Met They Their Ruin. The Soul And Pride Of Arendia Doth Reside Within That Fortress And The Power Of The Dark One May Not Prevail Against It." "we've Been Here Before, Mendorallen," Mister Wolf Said Sourly.

I've Fallen Back On This Periodically, Although I Must Say That Getting Out Of The Grocery Business Ranked Right Up There With Getting Out Of The Army As One Of The Happier Experiences Of My Life.

Sparhawk Grinned. "if Martel Finds Out That He's Drinking Again, He'll Reach Down His Throat And Pull His Heart Out." "can You Actually Do That To A Man?" "you Can If Your Arm's Long Enough, And If You Know What You're Looking For.[...]