But It Was An Ending.

The Corpse's Hand Reached Up And Grabbed Shaisam By The Throat. He Gasped, Thrashing, As The Corpse Opened Its Eye. "there's An Odd Thing About Disease I Once Heard, Fain," Matrim Cauthon Whispered. "once You Catch A Disease And Survive, You Can't Get It Again.

Anyone Who Claimed That Old Age Had Brought Them Patience Was Either Lying Or Senile.

Hope Is Like A Piece Of String When You’re Drowning; It Just Isn’t Enough To Get You Out By Itself.

Out Of The Night Hopper Came, And Perrin Was One With The Wolf. Hopper, The Cub Who Had Watched The Eagles Soar, And Wanted So Badly To Fly Through The Sky As The Eagles Did. The Cub Who Hopped And Jumped And Leaped Until He Could Leap Higher Than Any Other Wolf, Who Never Lost The Cub's Yearning To Soar Through The Sky. [...] Something Crashed Into His Head, And As He Fell, He Did Not Know If It Was Hopper Or Himself Who Died.

There Is Some Delight In Ale And Wine And Some In Girls With Ankles Fine But My Delight, Yes Always Mine Is To Dance With Jak O’ The Shadows We Will Toss The Dice However They Fall And Snuggle The Girls Be They Short Or Tall Then Follow Lord Mat Whenever He Calls To Dance With Jak O’ The Shadows.