The Great Hunt (The Wheel of Time, #2)

by Robert Jordan

Daughter of the Night, she walks again. The ancient war, she yet fights. Her new lover she seeks, who shall serve her and die, yet serve still. Who shall stand against her coming? The Shining Walls shall kneel. Blood feeds blood. Blood calls blood. Blood is, and blood was, and blood shall ever be.

There is one rule, above all others, for being a man. Whatever comes, face it on your feet.

The best of men are not much better than housebroken.” Nynaeve paused, and added half to herself, “But then, the best of them are worth the trouble of housebreaking.”

Death is lighter than a feather, duty heavier than a mountain.

indeed sometimes it is so