“I'm going to kill him," Rand possionately, leaning in. "I'm going to end the Dark One. We will never have true peace so long as he is there, lurking. I'll rip open the prison, I'll enter it and I'll face him. I'll build a new prison if I have to, but first, I'm going to try to end all of this. Protect the Pattern, the Wheel, for good.”

“You people are all insane. How I ended up with you, I'll never know."Breeze laughed. "Now, that's a lie, Cett. You know exactly how you ended up joining with us. Wethreatened to kill you if you didn't!”

“This is going to take a while. I'm a fantasy author. We have trouble with the concept of brevity.”

“I have no idea what you just said, child,' Breeze said. 'So I'm simply going to pretend it was coherent, then move on.”

“Spook: No, I'm not troubled. In fact, I actually think everything is going to be all right. Finally.”

“There are no endings, and never will be endings, to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was an ending.”

“All right," Spook said. He reached to the ground, scooping up a pile of ash. "Let's just rub this into your clothing and on your face...." Breeze froze. "I'll meet you back ath the lair," he finally said.”