New Spring (The Wheel of Time, #0)

by Robert Jordan

the sword of Malkieri kings.

than to the loudest shouts, so long as firmness and certainty accompanied the calm.

Aes Sedai thought far ahead, and seldom seemed to care who they used in their schemes or how.

As Lan walked on, 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,

“Bukama,

When the nation of Malkier died, twenty men had been given the task of carrying the infant Lan Mandragoran to safety. Only five had survived that journey, to raise Lan from the cradle and train him, and Bukama was the last left alive.

What Aes Sedai knew, they held close, and doled out by dribbles and drops when and if they chose.

these southlanders had peculiar notions of polite behavior. Not dismounting before he spoke, not naming himself. As a guest, he should have named himself first. Now Lan could not without sounding boastful. The fellow had failed even to offer his lord’s compliments or good wishes. And he seemed to think they did not know that east would be away from the River Erinin. Perhaps that was just carelessness in speech, but the rest was rudeness.

ko’di, the oneness,

Anger narrowed the vision and made for foolish choices.

The Tower was the tallest structure in the known world,

The bow was the preferred weapon against the Aiel, though many southlanders disdained it.

surely as peaches were poison, you did lose men in close quarters with Aiel.

The Aielmen seemed to be talking to each other. One of the men in the lead suddenly raised his hand overhead, holding a spear, and others did the same. Lan lowered his looking glass. All of the Aiel were facing forward, now, and every one held a spear raised high. He had never seen anything like this before. As one, the spears came down, and the Aiel shouted a single word that boomed clearly across the space between, drowning the trumpets’ distant calls. “Aan’allein!”

Tamra’s skirts were slashed with all seven colors, though that was not required. No Ajah could feel itself advantaged or disadvantaged with her. Beyond the Tower, when Tamra Ospenya spoke, kings and queens listened, whether they had Aes Sedai advisors or hated the White Tower. That was the power of an Amyrlin Seat. They might not take her advice or obey her instructions, but they listened, and politely.

Tamra was fair and just, which were not always the same thing, and she was often kind.

Gitara Moroso was always just, and usually fair, but kindness never seemed to occur to her. She was also flamboyant enough for a Green or a Yellow.

By whispered rumor, she was over three hundred years old, very old even for an Aes Sedai.

Something else placed Gitara out of the ordinary. She had the Foretelling sometimes, the Talent of speaking what was still in the future.

Merean Sedai

MoN - Black Ajah

I’ve heard some Reds don’t try all that hard to take those poor men alive.” She had heard that, too, but it was only a rumor. And a violation of Tower law.

Myrelle Berengari,

Tarna Feir

Turned by Taim

Zemaille

Verin,

“I have decided the Tower will give a bounty of one hundred crowns in gold to every woman in the city who bore a child between the day the first soldiers arrived and the day the threat is ended. It is being announced on the streets even as I speak.”

Alanna,

Meidani

Brendas

Katerine Alruddin

Carlinya

Pritalle,

Edesina,”

Temaile

Desandre,

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“The Light illumine their souls,” Moiraine said solemnly, “and may they shelter in the Creator’s hand until they are born again.”

Merean’s eyebrows twitched upward, doubtless in surprise that she had not burst into tears on hearing that she had lost three uncles in one day. But then, Merean did not know Laman Damodred,

Why not tell her??

A penance. She did not mean to be one of those sisters who took on penances at every turn—maintaining a balance in their lives, they called it; she thought it ostentatious foolishness—yet she should feel something for the deaths of her own blood kin, however horrible they had been. It was wrong not to.

It’s not

She did not want to sleep alone. She was certain that Siuan must be asleep,

Verin Sedai said that most mistakes made by rulers came from not knowing history; they acted in ignorance of the mistakes others had made before them.

Setsuko,

Sheriam.

Lisandre

They would find him first. Somehow, they would.

Yeah it’ll just take 20 years

She had never been as close to anyone as she was to Siuan. Or loved anyone as much.

But they never got a reunion after all that. Damn. Maybe they said their goodbyes when they decided they couldn’t be friends in public anymore.

Laras

Jarna Malari

The deeds done by House Damodred had blackened the name. But she did not like hearing anyone say it.