Sagini  Abenga

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Men or women could not know themselves, not truly, until they were strained to their absolute limit. Until they danced the spears with death, felt their blood seeping out to stain the ground, and drove the weapon home into the beating heart of an enemy.
A Memory of Light (Wheel of Time, #14; A Memory of Light, #3)
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