“Tattered wall hangings, once battle banners of the enemies of his youth, faded into dark wood paneling laid over stone walls, thick even here in the heart of the Fortress of Light.” (tDR, Fortress of the Light)

“He wore no sword--none allowed in Niall’s presence.” (tDR, FotL)

“Furnishings came to the audience chamber of the Lord Captain Commander of the Children of the Light with the man who rose to the office;” (tDR, FotL)

“The flaring sun of coin gold had beenm worn smooth by generations of petitioners, replaced and worn smooth again.” (tDR, FotL)

“No man held Niall’s office before his hair was white, nor did any man softer than the stones of the Dome of Truth.” (tDR, FotL)

“A servant in coat and breeches of white-and-gold bowed his way in.” (tDR, FotL)

“All the Children served the Light, but Pedron Niall often wondered if the Questioners really considered themselves part of the Children at all.” (tDR, FotL)

“Your task was to seize Almoth Plain! An empty bucket that no one holds except by words and claims, and all you had to do was fill it. The nation of Almoth would have lived again, ruled by the Children of the Light, with no need to pay lip service to a fool of a king. Amadicia and Almoth, a vice gripping Tarabon. In five years we would have held sway there as much as here in Amadicia.” (tDR, FotL)

“A few days under the question, and you would confess to anything. Name yourself Darkfriend, even. You would go under the headsman’s axe inside a week.” (tDR, FotL)

“‘To kill Aes Sedai is a duty, but... To allow a false Dragon to roam free? That... would be... treason. And blasphemy.’” (tDR, FotL)

“‘Do you know how to unite people behind you, Child Carridin? The quickest way? No? Loose a lion—a rabid lion—in the streets. And when panic grips the people, once it has turned their bowels to water, calmly tell them you will deal with it. Then you kill it, and order them to hang the carcass up where everyone can see. But before they have time to think, you give another order, and it will be obeyed. And if you continue to give orders, they will continue to obey, for you will be the one who saved them, and who better to lead?” (tDR, FotL)

“Pedron Niall was a man of cold logic, and he had reasoned out how Tarmon Gai’don would be. Bestial Trolloc hordes rolling south out of the Great Blight as they had in the Trolloc Wars, two thousand years before, with the Myrddraal—the Halfmen—leading, and perhaps even new human Dreadlords from among the Darkfriends. Humankind, split into nations squabbling among themselves, could not stand against that. But he, Pedron Niall, would unite humankind behind the banners of the Children of the Light.” (tDR, FotL)

“Niall spun on his heel as a bony little man with a huge beak of a nose slipped from behind one of the hanging banners. There was just a glimpse of a panel swinging shut as the banner fell back against the wall.” (tDR, FotL)

“[Carridin] flung open the door to his rooms and slammed it behind him, feeling none of the usual satisfaction at the fine carpets from Tarabon and Tear in lush reds and golds and blues, the beveled mirrors from Illian, the gold-leaf work on the long, intricately carved table in the middle of the floor...” (tDR, FotL)

“‘The Children have announced that their purpose is to bring peace, which is not unusual for them…” (tDR, News from the Plain)

“‘More likely,’ the Warder said, ‘It is some Whitecloak plot, though the Light burn me if I can see what it is. But when the Whitecloaks give me a gift, I search for the poisoned needle hidden in it.’” (tDR, NftP)

“Their breastplates and conical helmets shone from polishing, and even the mail on their arms gleamed brightly. Each man had the flaring, golden sun on his breast. Some fitted arrows to bows, which they did not raise, but held ready. Their leader was a young man, yet he wore two golden knots of rank beneath the sunburst on his cloak.” (tDR, Secrets)

“‘The Children have authority wherever the Light is, witch, and where the Light is not, we bring it.’” (tDR, S)

“‘Oh, [Dain Bornhald] might well have tried to kill us if he could have done it from hiding, but no Whitecloak with the brains of a goat will try harming an Aes Sedai who knows he is there. See what you have done! What stories will those men tell, and what harm will it do?’” (tDR, S)

“It isn’t good policy, dislking the Children, not so close to the border as we are.” (tDR, Jarra)

“‘Whitecloaks swear for life...” (tDR, J)

“‘The savage is lose!’ Ten or a dozen white-cloaked men came running across the square, drawing swords, their conical helmets shining in the moonlight. Children of the Light.” (tDR, A Different Dance)