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Demandred Blocked Lan's Attack But He Breathed Hoarsely. "who Are You?" Demandred Whispered Again. "no One Of This Age Has Such Skill. Asmodean? No, No. He Couldn't Have Fought Me Like This. Lews Therin? It Is You Behind That Face, Isn't It?" "i Am Just A Man," Lan Whispered. "that Is All I Have Ever Been.

If You Try Putting A Woman On A Horse When She Does Not Want To Go, She May Put A Knife In Your Ribs.

Why Didn't You Guess This Would Happen?" Elayne Demanded. He Looked At Her, Expressionless. One Side Of His Mouth Twitched Up, Then He Pulled His Hat Down, Shading His Eyepatch. "light," Elayne Said. "you Knew. You Spent This Whole Week Planning With Us, And You Knew The Entire Time You'd Throw It Out With The Dishwater.

I May Be A Fool, But I Intend To Be A Live Fool.

How Long Had He Been Doing What Was Necessary Instead Of What Was Right? In A Fair World They Would Be One And The Same.