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Lan’s own helmet was open, in the style of dead Malkier, supporting a steel crescent moon above his forehead.
Dead as in a society that no longer exists or dead as in that's how they dress their corpses?
Men listened closer to calm tones than to the loudest shouts, so long as firmness and certainty accompanied the calm.
he found himself chuckling. He seldom laughed, and it was a fool thing to laugh over, but laughter was better than worrying over what he could not change,
As well worry about death. What could not be changed must be endured.
only the dead could afford oblivion. The oblivious soon became the dead,
and as surely as peaches were poison,
Do the pits have arsenic?
casements
Novices could not miss classes for little things like battles or….
Serious Catholic school vibes.
Siuan snorted. Loudly. While she was still a novice the sisters had cleaned up her language, which had been strongly redolent of the docks and often rough with it, but they still had not managed to smooth away all the edges of her. Which was just as well. Rough edges were a part of Siuan.
💛
and I could hardly pull on the nets for staring south, wondering what lay beyond the horizon. I’ll see it, one day.
Ok then, Moana.
‘Change what you can if it needs changing, but learn to live with what you can’t change.’ You’ll only get a sick stomach, otherwise.
The Tower taught its students to live with what they could not change, too. But some things were important enough to try even if you were sure to fail. That had been one of her lessons as a child.
rumors grew in the Accepted’s quarters like roses in a hothouse—
approbation—
leather lungs,
bilk
must—but fear was a poor tool, and one that always cut the user eventually.
Siuan gave her a sideways look, as though she had said water was wet.
So here for the sassy, wholesome BFF tropes.
“We know about that,” Meilyn cut in mildly. “The way word is spreading, I suspect the cats in Seleisin know by now.”
then knocked twice, firmly. Merean told everyone not to tap like mice in the wainscoting.
The strap and the switch were kept in there, along with a slipper that was worse in a way.
A fucking what? Slipper as in shoe?
ostentatious
passing strange,”
Beyond weird
When she lectured on your misdeeds while applying switch or strap or the hated slipper,
Like smacking a child with a flip flop?
“Please, Merean, I—” The sister raised one finger. That was her warning not to argue, and however kind and gentle she was in the general course of things, she never gave a second. Moiraine closed her mouth promptly.
Merean has mad babysitter skills.
“I’m glad you concur with my decision, Siuan,” Merean said dryly.
Literally this woman is the McGonagall equivalent.
rustication,
Once, while hawking with cousins, she had looked into the eyes of a caped eagle, with its ruff of black feathers around its head. Meeting a Warder’s gaze was akin to that. Not fierce, but full of self-knowledge, absolutely aware of their own capabilities, their capacity for violence.
Shienaran topknot, was resting against a wall with one booted foot up, tuning a fiddle and ignoring the good-natured gibing of another Warder, who said that it sounded like a wet cat caught in a net.
Warders can make jokes?! 😮
Rina Hafden, who somehow made a square face lovely and a stocky build both elegant and graceful,
David Beckham
Oh, very well struck, Elyas!”
Hi, Elyas!
Good conservation of characters.
and her dark hair, lightly touched with white, was cut shorter than either Karile’s or Stepin’s, above her shoulders, and gathered in a thick braid.
Dear Robert Jordan, you don't understand hair. Shoulder length hair is usually too short to braid.
The Gray handled matters of mediation and justice, where it came from laws rather than swords,
like an arrow leaving the bow.
Off like a shot.
or I’ll make you take off your skin and dance in your bones before you’re sent away.
Psycho.
“You will see this sign upon the ground.” She channeled, and her finger drew a six-pointed star in the air, two overlapping triangles written for an instant in fire.
Star of David.
“There’s a game I’ve read about,” Siuan said slowly, “a game wealthy women play with cards, called Arrays. You have to put the cards in descending order in one of a set of patterns, but only certain suits can be played on others. I think someone wrote down each card as it was played. In a winning game.”
Solitaire?
“The Light send Pedron Niall doesn’t choose now to paint his face.”
Paint his face = engage in warfare? Derived from concept of war paint?
parsimonious.
accreted
It would have been a shame to gain a penance for something so trivial as wearing red inside the Tower. Red gems were allowed, firedrops or rubies or garnets, but the color
was forbidden in clothing, a matter of some long-standing animosity between the Blue and the Red, so old no one was actually certain what had begun it or when. Blue and Red opposed each other as a matter of course, at times bringing the Hall to a near standstill.
Reference to Dems and GOP? If so I agree with how Jordan assigned the colors.
Moiraine got invitations, too, from Cairhienin nobles of two dozen Houses and almost as many merchants wealthy enough to rub shoulders with the nobility.
She tossed the stiff white cards into the fireplace unanswered. A dangerous move in Daes Dae’mar, with no way to tell how it might be interpreted, but she was not playing the Game of Houses. She was hiding.
Much like our hero Rand does later on.
amity,
Here and there the chains of the Kandori merchants’ guild spanned a chest or an Arafellin wore bells in her hair, a ruby decorated this man’s ear, a pearl brooch that woman’s breast, but for the most part the traders’ clothes were as subdued as their manner. A merchant who flaunted too much profit discovered it hard to find bargains. By contrast, farmers showed off their success when they came to town. Bright embroidery decorated the striding country men’s baggy breeches, the women’s wide trousers, their cloaks fluttering in the wind. Some wore colored ribbons in their hair, or a narrow fur
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Rumor even spoke of a man who channeled the One Power, but then, rumor often did.
Slayer?
Despite the Blight practically on the city’s doorstep, gemstones mined in the surrounding hills made Canluum wealthy. And, strangely enough, some of the finest clockmakers anywhere.
Are the clocks symbolic of time? This is after all wheel of time.
Perhaps clockmakers are a parallel for the fortitude of the Borderlanders - something like they shape their own fates.
Leaving their horses with ostlers at a fourth inn, The Blue Rose, Lan entered determined to find some place for them if it took the rest of the day.
*snort* blue rose. Bet that's where he meets Moiraine.
Or maybe thus named for presence of Blue Ajah eyes and ears.
He had been fifteen, Edeyn more than twice that, when she gathered the hair that had still hung to his waist in her hands and whispered her intentions.
Um excuse me that is pedophilia.
