The Eye of the World
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Rand: I’m a young lad from a quaint little village.
Tam: Yes, you are.
Emond’s Fielders: Rumors of strange things afoot. Wolves howling. Winds blowing. Trouble a-brewin.’ Train comin.’
Egwene: Rand al’Thor! What do you think you’re doing?
Rand: Aw, shucks, hi, Egwene.
Moiraine: I am mysterious. You will know all you need to know. The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills.
Thom: I’m an old juggler with a big white mustache.
Trollocs: Oook! Aaak! Errrrr!
Moiraine: Come with me, you three.
Lan: Don’t even know how to fight Shadowspawn. Dumb sheepherders.
Rand, Mat, and Perrin: We’ll come with you.
Egwene: Me too! Weeee!
Rand: It might be dangerous.
Egwene: Rand al’Thor! You can’t tell me what to do!
Rand: Maybe you could tell me what this is all about.
Moiraine: You will know what you need to know. The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills.
Egwene: This is scary! Rand al’Thor! You got me into this!
Rand: Gee whiz, Egwene.
Moiraine: Dreams can be dangerous. Have you all had any scary dreams?
Mat: I don’t know if we can trust Aes Sedai. Let’s keep it a secret.
Rand and Perrin: Good idea.
Nynaeve: You are dragging them into some Aes Sedai plot!
Moiraine: Maybe I should have left them to die in Emond’s Field.
Nynaeve: We would have been happy that way!
Moiraine: DO NOT go out into Shadar Logoth, or touch anything!
Mat: Let’s go out into Shadar Logoth and touch things!
Rand and Perrin: Good idea.
Moiraine: That was dangerous.
Lan: Don’t even know how to fight Mordeth. Dumb farmboys.
Egwene: Rand al’ Thor! You are a woolhead!
Rand: Holy moley, Egwene.
Mat: I’m sweaty and pale and grabbing my dagger.
Rand: Sounds good.
Thom: I once had nephew Owyn, who died because of Aes Sedai. Now I must go fight a Myrddraal. See you in Book 2.
Mat: I’m still sweaty and pale and grabbing my dagger.
Rand: That’s fine. I’ll play my flute for our supper.
Lan: Nice tracking.
Nynaeve: I’m secretly blushing.
Perrin: I’m talking to Wolves.
Egwene: I’m dancing with beautiful Aram.
Lan: We must rescue Perrin and Egwene from the Whitecloaks. You must hold my hand. To help the rescue.
Nynaeve: Yes, I must hold your hand. To help the rescue. I hope there aren’t spots of color blossoming on my cheeks.
Master Bunt: Legend has it that Tigraine disappeared after the old queen died. Soon after that Luc disappeared into the Blight, and Taringail died, leaving young Morgase on the throne.
Rand: Couldn’t you just leave it all in a big family tree inside the cover?
Master Gill: Legend has it Old Thom was closer to the queen that was proper. Then he disappeared and when he later returned, Queen Morgase was mad, so he fled the city, a step ahead of the headsman’s axe.
Rand: Couldn’t you just leave it in a big exposition section inside the cover?
Mat: I’m even sweatier and paler, and more crazy.
Rand: Good work. Well, I have to go meet the royal family.
Elayne: I’ve got long golden tresses.
Rand: Jinkies, Elayne.
Morgase: This boy is dangerous.
Lord Bryne: Yes, he is.
Elaida: Yes, he is.
Morgase: Good. Let him go.
Gawyn: You look like an Aielman…oh, that’s crazy talk. Never mind.
Everyone: Yayyyy! We’re all together!
Egwene: You’re telling us you talked with the Daughter-Heir! Rand al’Thor! I am making presumptions about you, and therefore must yell at you. Just wait until Elayne, Nynaeve and I do this for the entire series.
Rand: Gosh, Egwene…
Perrin: We heard a second-hand story about a dying man who said the Dark One means to blind the Eye of the World.
Loial: I heard the same story, from an different second-hand source.
Moiraine: Therefore, we must go to the Eye of the World!
Agelmar: Legend has it that Lan is the last of the Malkieri. You see, two score years ago…
Rand: Couldn’t you just add this to the big family tree section in the front cover?
Agelmar: Use a Post-It.
Nynaeve: I have held your hand. I have brought you tea. I cannot shame myself any further!
Lan: I am not emotional. My emotions are cold like a winter blizzard. Loving me is like loving a frozen ice sculpture. That is why I have fallen head over heels in love with you, and you with me. Now excuse me while I martyr myself.
Rand: Aginor, being the least significant Forsaken until you are reborn, you are now dead.
Aginor: See you in book 6. I mean, “Noooo.”
Rand: You too, Balthamel.
Mat: We found some things. Bloody ashes.
Egwene: Matrim Cauthon! You better…
Lan: Here’s a gag.
Moiraine: See you in Book 2.