Countless thousands of sparkling lights, like stars or fireflies, rushed into a great blackness, trying to fill it up, rushed in and were swallowed. There seemed to be more lights than she had ever seen before, but the darkness swallowed them at a greater rate, too. 

Min Farshaw | Will the Light Become A Memory?

“My name is Nynaeve ti al’Meara Mandragoran. The message I want sent is this. My husband rides from World’s End toward Tarwin’s Gap, toward Tarmon Gai’don. Will he ride alone?”

Lan & Nynaeve | Will the Light Become A Memory?

"We’ll survive, the Light willing. And if the Light doesn’t will, we’ll still survive." That was the way of most Two Rivers people.

The Two Rivers | Will the Light Become A Memory?

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