"'Tower trained,' Niall murmered, "that is forbidden, as well. But as I said, I come not to arrest, but to help'"(The First Message 49).

"'But I can send five thousand Children of the Light riding Caemlyn with you [Morgase] at their head if you but ask'" (tFM 50).

"This time he grimaced. Whitecloaks did not like that name" (TFM 50).

"The Last Battle would not be some titanic struggle between the Dark One and a Dragon Reborn, a mere man. The Creator had abandoned mankind to its own devices long ago. no, when Tarmon Gai'don came, it would be as in the Trolloc Wars two thousand years ago and more, when hordes of Trollocs and other Shadowspawn poured out of the Great Blight, tore through the Borderlands and nearly drowned humanity in a sea of blood" (TFM 54).

"...the tall man [Jaichaim Carridin] who rose easily from one of the chairs against the wall, a crimson shepherd's crook behind the golden sun on his cloak and three golden knots of rank below"(TFM 54).

"The white-and-gold tabard of a Lord Captain, Anointed of the Light, suited him"(Plans 180).

"Supposedly Abdel Omerna was a relatively minor member of the Council of Anointed. In truth he was the Children of the Light's spymaster"(P 180).

"Among the bnaners and pennats lining the cornices of the chamber, Mattin Stepaneos' Three Leopards, silver on black, hung next to a gold-finged Illianer Royal Standar, nine bees worked in thread-of-gold on green silk. The Illianer king came out on top in the Troubles finally, at least to the point of forcing a treaty that affirmed the border between Amadicia and Altara where it was at the beginning, but Niall doubted the man would ever forget that he had had the advantage of terrain and numbers at Soremaine and still been defeated and captured. If the Illianer Companions had not covered the field for the rest of the army to escape Niall's trap, Altara would be a fief of the Children today, and very likely Murandy and even Illian" (P 181).

"Alliandre of Ghealdan knew her throne was shaky, knew she needed the Children to avoid plummeting as abruptly as her predecessors, while both Tylin of Altara and Roedran of Murandy hoped that the Children's weight would make them more than figureheads at last. Plainly the man considered those lands already as good in Niall's coat pocket" (P 182).

"In the middle of his bow, Omerna frowned and fumbled in the pocket of his white undercoat, pulling out a tiny bone cylinder that he handed to Niall. 'This arrived at the pigeoncote this morning.' Three thin red stripes ran the length of the cylinder, meaning it was to be brought to Niall with the wax seals intact" (P 183).

"The world knew that Abdel Omerna was the Children's spymaster...the truth was that Omerna was a decoy, a fool who did not know himself that he was only a mask hiding the true master of spies [Balwer] in the Fortress of the Light" (P 184).

"Varadin was, or had been, one of the best of [Niall's] personal agents, a rug seller who did good service during the Troubles while peddling his wares through Altara, Murandy, and Illian" (P 185).

"The worst battle [Niall] had ever fought, armies blundering into one another in the night near Moisen, during the Troubles..." (P 166).

"Asunawa just wanted every woman who had ever spent a night in the Tower hanged as of yesterday, every book that mentioned Aes Sedai or the One Power burned, and the words themselves banned" (P 187).

"One of the Children would have been protesting that there was no Black Ajah, or rather that all the witches were Darkfriends; the newest recruit would have" (P 187).

"A cluster of musicians in white-embroidered blue tabards, with flutes and bitterns and tambours, produced a light tune suitable for an afternoon over chilled wine. A dozen handlers in long, elaborately worked leather arms, or puffed short pipes and blew streams of blue smoke at their birds. Twice as many brightly liveried servants moved about with fruits and wine in golden goblets on golden trays, and band of men clad in bright mail encircled th pasture just short of the largely bare-branched trees" (P 189).

"That was Marande, a pretty woman with a heart-shaped face, somewhat older than the others. The sister of the High Seat of House Algoran, she was powerful in her own right, perhaps powerful enough to have resisted Ailron, but not Niall" (P 190).

"...Morgase eyed [Child] Norowhin sideways. He was about Tallanvor's age and height, but there the resemblance ended. Red-faced under his burnished conical helmet and peeling from the sun, he had never been handsome. A lanky build and a thrusting nose made her think of a pickaxe" (P 192).

"What had Fain been doing with the Whitecloaks? Could Pedron Niall be a Darkfriend? If Aes Sedai could be, then so could the Lord Captain Commander of the Children of the Light" (To Shadar Logoth).

"And that was why [Rand] saw the man in a white cloak rise up on a red-tiled rooftop and lift a crossbow" (Connecting Lines 374).

"'F-aral, m-my Lord. D-Dimir Faral.' Eyes almost popping out of his head stared at Rand through that mask of blood" (CL 375).

"The sound of the black geldings hooves was all but swallowed in the noise of Amador as Eamon Valda rode slowly through the crowded streets" (Red Wax 435).

"[Valda] had found a solution, however, if not a completely satisfactory one. The roads behind his legion were littered now, and the ravens fed to bursting. If it was not possible to tell the Prophet's trash from refugee trash, well then, kill whoever clogged the way. The innocent should have remained in their homes where they belonged; the Creator would shelter them anyway" (RW 436).

"Dain ran down waiting. No doubt hoping for an invitation to dinner this evening. As a junior, he could not issue one to an officer senior to him..." (RW 436).

"The Dome of Truth was a wonder that finally did restore some of [Valda's] essence. Pure white outside, inside gold leaf cast down the light of a thousand hanging lamps. Thick white columns ringed the chamber, plain and polished to glistening, but the dome itself stretched a hundred paces across unsupported and rose fifty at its peak, above the simple white marble dais, centered on the white marble floor, where the Lord Captain Commander of the Children of the Light stood to address the assembled Children in their most solemn moments, their most serious ceremonies" (RW 437).

"Finally [Valda] saw [Asunawa] a tall, graying man studying one of the paintings, Serenia Latar being raised on the scaffold, the only Amyrlin the Children had ever managed to hang. She had been dead already, of course, live witches being somewhat hard to hang, but that was beside the point. Six hundred and ninety-three years ago, justice had been done according to the law" (RW 437).

"Balwer touched a leaf of papers tied with a red ribbon on the table. 'And this.' Thin lips tightened as he drew a tiny bone tube from his pocket" (RW 438).

"Only once in [Niall's] life had he abandoned them to follow a hunch. At Jhamara, for no reason but a tickling at the back of his head, he had set a third of his army to watch mountains all said were impassable. While he maneuvered the rest of his forces to crush the Murandians and Altarans, an Illianer army that was supposed to be a hundred miles away came out of those 'impassable' passes. The only reason he managed to withdraw without being crushed was a 'feeling'" (RW 439).

"A tall hawk-nosed man pushed Basel out of the way and closed the door in his face. The white-and-gold tabard with the crimson crook on his shoulder gave his rank as Inquisitor. She had not met Einor Saren, but had been pointed out to her" (RW 440).

"A long, high scaffold stood in the middle of the yard. Three women and over a dozen men filled every space, hands and feet bound, nooses snugged around their necks" (RW 441).

"'For the Light!' a Whitecloak officer called out, and another Whitecloak shoved a long lever at the end of the scaffold" (RW 441).

"'We hang Darkfriends every day,' Saren answered dryly. 'Perhaps in Andor you release them with a lecture. We do not'" (RW 442).

"'Niall sent me to fetch her as if I were a dog,' Saren grated. 'I almost spewed up my stomach, standing so close to a witch. My hands wanted her throat'" (RW 444).

"'Now I [Tylin] thank Pedron Niall when he arranges for Illian to take a hundred-mile swathe of Altara instead of invading. I listen to Jaichim Carridin, and I do not spit in his eyes, however many Altarans died in the Whitecloak War'" (Leaning on the Knife 604).

21: To Shadar Logoth