I am here.

    — Robert Jordan and Brandon Sanderson, from The Gathering Storm

Thunder rolled again for distant lightning.

    — Robert Jordan, from Crossroads of Twilight

[Night fell. On the hilltop, the wind blew dust across the fragments of what had once been a ter’angreal. Below lay the tomb of Shadar Logoth, open to give the world hope.] And on distant Tremalking, the word began to spread that the Time of Illusions was at an end.

    — Robert Jordan, from Winter’s Heart

The laughter made the hair on the back of her neck try to stand.

    — Robert Jordan, from Knife of Dreams

[Across the nations stories spread like spiderweb laid upon spiderweb, and men and women planned the future, believing they knew the truth.] They planned, and the Pattern absorbed their plans, weaving toward the future foretold.

    — Robert Jordan, from The Path of Daggers

[And for some reason, men and women who told the tales often found a need to add almost identical words. The storm is coming, they said, staring southward in worry.] The storm is coming.

    — Robert Jordan, from A Crown of Swords (submitted by anamericanvampireinlondon)