When There Are Fish Heads

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.

My Mother Always Told Me The Best Way To Learn To Deal With A Man Was To Learn To Ride A Mule. She Said They Have About Equal Brains Most Of The Time. Sometimes The Mule Is Smarter.

She Understood His Eyes, Colder Than Winter's Heart. A Man Who Knew He Was Dead And Couldn't Make Himself Care; You Are Spared That. Mashiara. His Lost Love.

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.

Storms Rumble Beyond The Horizon, And The Fires Of Heaven Purge The Earth. There Is No Salvation Without Destruction, No Hope This Side Of Death.