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

by Patrick Rothfuss

“Took an arrow in the knee on my way through the Eld three summers ago. It gives out every now and then.” He grimaced and said wistfully, “It’s what made me give up the good life on the road.”

I used to be an adventurer like you till i took an arrow to the knee

“A note? You sneak out and leave me a note?” He hissed angrily. “What am I, some dockside whore?”

“Nothing but the truth could break me. What is harder than the truth?”

“I could have,” Kvothe said seriously, “and I didn’t. I made my choice and I regret it to this day. Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever.”