Loial, Son Of Arent, Son

There Are Things Worth Fighting For.

He Is Born Again! I Feel Him! The Dragon Takes His First Breath On The Slope Of Dragonmount! He Is Coming! He Is Coming! Light Help Us! Light Help The World! He Lies In The Snow And Cries Like The Thunder! He Burns Like The Sun!

A Warder Once Told Me Trollocs Call The Aiel Waste 'the Dying Ground.' I Mean To Make Them Give That Name To The Two Rivers.

A Flapping Tongue Has Killed More Men Than Sudden Storms Ever Did.

Once You Catch A Disease And Survive, You Can't Get It Again.