Dragon Mage (Rivenworld, #1)

by M.L. Spencer

Aramon Raythe, or Aram, as everyone liked to call him, had no interest in becoming a bard’s apprentice, for that would involve interacting with strangers, an exercise he found particularly terrifying.

“Because once a rope is unlaid, it can’t ever be strong again. I think one strong rope would do the world more good than a few weak ones.”

A strange smile slipped to Esmir’s lips. “Tell me, Aram, how strong is your soul?” Aram frowned, thinking hard, for it was a novel and intriguing concept. “I don’t know. I’ve never measured it.” “Yes, you have,” said Markus. “You survived four years in the cellars of the Exilari—and you can still smile. That says something.” He turned to Esmir. “Do you think they can make a blade that strong?”