More from Robert Jordan
- We rode on the winds of the rising storm, we ran to the sounds of thunder. We danced among the lighting bolts, and tore the world assunder.
- We rode on the winds of the rising storm, we ran to the sounds of thunder. We danced among the lighting bolts, and tore the world assunder. Crossroads at Twilight
- You can never know everything, and part of what you know is always wrong. Perhaps even the most important part. A portion of wisdom lies in knowing that. A portion of courage lies in going on anyway.
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