“The wind blew southwards, through knotted forests, over shimmering plains and toward lands unexplored. This wind, it was not the ending. There are no endings, and never will be endings, to the turning of the Wheel of Time.But it was an ending.”
“There are no endings, and never will be endings, to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was an ending.”
“A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up towards the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-coloured rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea.”
“In the end words are just wind.”
“The end-of-summer winds make people restless.”
“Loving him was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street; faster than the winds, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly.”