Weiramon

Bah, ridiculous. To think that a'Roihan woman - an Amryrlin raised from the Red - would use someone as a puppet to control the world.

None would be so foolish.

KoD Ch 24:

“Secret histories? A thirteenth Depository? If such a thing existed, and I think I would know, why should you not have told me?”

“Because by law the existence of the secret histories as well as their contents can be known only to the Amyrlin, the Keeper, and the Sitters. Them and the librarians who keep the records, anyway. Even the law itself is part of the Thirteenth Depository, so I guess I shouldn’t have told that either. But if you can gain access somehow, or ask someone who knows and will tell you, you’ll f

Moghedien licked her lips. Summoned to Shayol Ghul. That could mean eternity in the Pit of Doom, or immortality ruling the world, or anything in between. Little chance it meant being named Nae’blis, not if the Great Lord knew enough of how she had spent the past months to send someone to free her. Yet it was a summons she could not refuse. And it meant an end to the a’dam at last.

Aye, that fortunate Marigan wench, no longer at another's mercy simply because they wear a piece of jewelry.

tEotW Ch 19:

The palaces, with their huge, empty chambers, some of which could have held the Winespring Inn with room to spare on every side and above as well, made Rand think too much of the people who had once filled them. He thought everybody in the Two Rivers could have stood under that round dome, and as for the place with the stone benches ... He could almost imagine he could see the people in the shadows, staring in disapproval at the three intruders disturbing their rest.

Finally even Mat tired, grand as the buildings were, and remembered that he had had only an hour's sleep the night before. Everyone began to remember that. ***Yawning, they sat on the steps of a ta

WH Ch 35:

Eben came to take Rand’s mount, grinning from ear to ear. Together with his nose, those ears still seemed to make up half his face, but he was a slender youth rather than gawky, now. “It will be wonderful, channeling without the taint, my Lord Dragon,” he said excitedly. Rand thought Eben might be as much as seventeen, but he sounded younger. “That always makes me want to empty my belly, if I think on it.” He trotted away with the gray, still grinning.

Aye, his name will live on in memory, like the marvellous and tragic legend of the Widow of the Night, both coming to an untimely end on the verg

tEotW Ch 15:

He spun on his heel and strode away, his two companions close behind, as if Rand had ceased to exist. For the moment, at least. When they reached the crowded part of the street, the same seemingly accidental pocket as before opened around them. The Watchmen hesitated, eyeing Rand, then shouldered their quarterstaffs and followed the whitecloaked three. They had to push their way into the crowd, shouting, “Make way for the Watch!” Few did make way, except grudgingly.

Rand still rocked on his heels, waiting. The tingle was so strong that be almost quivered; he felt as if he were burning up.

Mat came out of the shop, staring at him. ***“You aren't

tEotW Ch 14

“Master Fitch,” Moiraine said, “I understand there are Children of the Light in Baerlon. Is there likely to be trouble?”

*“Oh, never you worry about them, Mistress Alys. They're up to their usual tricks. Claim there's an Aes Sedai in the town.” Moiraine lifted an eyebrow, and the innkeeper spread his plump hands. “Don't you worry. They've tried it before. There's no Aes Sedai in Baerlon, and the Governor knows it. The Whitecloaks think if they show an Aes Sedai, some woman they claim is an Aes Sedai, people will let all of them inside the walls. Well, I suppose some would. Some would. But most people know what the Whitecloaks are up to, and they support the Govern

Burn me, if one is considering settling down with this epic literary saga, know one thing.

What you think you know is not what you know.

So truly know this. The Creator is winking at you. He allowed his creations to tell the tale, and their narration is . . . unreliable. What they think they know, is not what is so. They may be correct, but as often as not they are somewhat mistaken – or wholly mistaken. This cannot be said enough - what you know is not what you think you know.

So how will the audience come to know?

Certainly not by galloping along, thinking that by devouring the tomes - and the trails of breadcrumbs carefully laid throughout - at breakneck pace, believing

tEotW Ch 5:

Rand grimaced, regretting Winternight in Emond’s Field. But Tam was right. Around a farm the work never really got done; as soon as one thing was finished two more always needed doing. He hesitated about it, but kept his bow and quiver close at hand. If the dark rider did appear, he had no intention of facing him with nothing but a hoe.

Burn my soul, of course peasants’ work is never done, with all their lollygagging and mooning over festivals.

Not like a Lord’s or Lady’s work, which is never done – having to watch over you riffraff and manage your affairs.

One must appreciate the Creator putting these trivial little tidbits of a simple sheepherders daily

tEotW Ch3:

[BOOKS]>!”A good thing, too,” Perrin said. “The Dragon going to save us? Sounds like Coplin talk to me.”!<

!“What kind of need would be great enough that we’d want the Dragon to save us from it?” Rand mused. “As well ask for help from the Dark One.”!<

!“He didn’t say,” Mat replied uncomfortably. “And he didn’t mention any new Age of Legends. He said the world would be torn apart by the Dragon’s coming.”!<

!“That would surely save us,” Perrin said dryly. “Another Breaking.”!<

Aye, what need could be great enough?

Bah, peasants! Probably think they might need more rain or some such. Don’t they have bowls th

tEoTW Ch1:

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!That was why they had not accepted any of the invitations to stop for a bite to eat or something hot to drink. When they saw Tam, the goodwives of Emond’s Field went on point like hounds spotting a rabbit. There was not a one of them who did not know just the perfect wife for a widower with a good farm, even if it was in the Westwood.!<

!Rand stepped along just as quickly as Tam, perhaps even more so. He was sometimes cornered when Tam was not around, with no way to escape outside of rudeness. *Herded onto a stool by the kitchen fire, he would be fed pastries or honeycakes or meatpies. And always the goodw

Aye, for those who don't know, that Cadsuane Sedai was quite the character in her day.

She did actually spank or switch three reigning kings and four queens, though the facts of these are hidden in rumor.

//

She had a reputation for taking direct action, even to the point of violence, slapping faces, boxing ears, and more (especially when faced with what she considered stupidity), with high as often as low, or rather, more often. She also had a reputation for not caring whether she dented somebody's pride, if she thought it necessary.

Burn my soul, I wouldn't mind a little . . . discipline . .

Aye, many have forgotten the previous turnings of the Wheel, and the Heroes that it spawned. None as glorious as House Saniago of course, but there are those among us who remember them:

Mikel Mackert

Light in the Night, whose eloquent brevity convinced all that the Lady Selene was truly only Danelle Sedai

Jasin Denzell

Jenn Ifar Lee Ang

Leigh Butler

Matrim Hatch

Lady Lynda

[Lady Terez](https://www.theoryland.com/wheel-of-time-interview

As the title suggests, I am wondering what are some of the fastest ways (in 5th edition) a soul can be destroyed?

I understand that a Nabassu (from MToF) appears to be able to destroy a soul within an hour of death, and souls can be destroyed in Hellfire Furnaces that are the engines of Infernal War Machines (DIA) in 24 hours if only 1 charge left on a soul coin.

Please let me know if there are other relatively quick methods. (I understand from SCaG that souls can evenually be destroyed after being mortared into the Wall of the Faithless, am looking for something that would make it difficult to raise dead/resurrection/true resurrection which have 1 hour casting times).

!Matrim Cauthon, LoC Ch38:!<

!"If the world is ending, a woman will take time to tell a man something he’s done wrong."!<

!aMoL Ch38:!<

!Rand squeezed his eyes shut, thinking of all those who had died for him. Of Egwene, whom he had sworn to himself to protect.!<

!You fool. Her voice in his head. Fond, but sharp.!<

!"Egwene?"!<

!Am I not allowed to be a hero, too?!<

!“It’s not that…”!<

!You march to your death. Yet you forbid anyone else from doing so?!<

!“I…”!<

!*Let go Rand. Let us die for what we believe, and do not try to

A couple of interesting parallels . . .

From November 1990, tGH Chapter 1 titled The Flame of Tar Valon: [Spoiler](/s "The wind howled across the tower . . . and trapped him. It was if the air had suddenly jelled, holding him in a cocoon. Pushing him forward. Time and motion slowed; horrified, he watched Lan’s practice sword drift towards his chest. There was nothing slow or soft about the impact. His ribs creaked as if he had been stuck with a hammer. He grunted, but the wind would not allow him to give way; it still carried him forward instead. The lathes of Lan’s practice sword flexed and bent – ever so slowly, it seemed to Rand – then shattered, sharp points oozing towards his he