The Name of the Wind (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #1)

by Patrick Rothfuss

“So Taborlin fell, but he did not despair. For he knew the name of the wind, and so the wind obeyed him.

ayyeee he said the thing

The music moved like a spiderweb stirred by a gentle breath, it changed like a leaf twisting as it falls to the ground,

It was one of those ancient, mammoth pieces of architecture scattered throughout the world, so old and solidly built that they have become part of the landscape, not a soul wondering who built them, or why.