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Who would sup with the mighty must climb the path of daggers.
. It was very hard to lose a game when you played both sides of the board.
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beauty held more worth than gold.
“Besides, caring for you is my heart’s desire, Nynaeve. You can ask or demand anything of me, but never to let you die without trying to save you. The day you die, I die.”
Tripping someone who tried to walk too high was always fun, or watching it done, and even a short fall was worth a laugh.
Kittens tangle your yarn, men tangle your wits, and it’s simple as breathing for both.
What you order done, you must be willing to do with your own hand. As a queen, what you order done, you have done.
The major image on her piece of embroidery was finished, a man’s hand clutching the ancient symbol of the Aes Sedai. Cracks ran across the black-and-white disc, and there was no telling whether the hand was trying to hold it together or crush it. She knew what she intended, but time would tell what was truth.
“Do you believe a man must be hard?” she asked. She was taking a chance. “Or strong?” By her tone, she left no doubt she saw a difference. Again Sorilea touched the tray; the smallest of smiles might have quirked her lips for an instant. Or not. “Most men see the two as one and the same, Cadsuane Melaidhrin. Strong endures; hard shatters.”
