The Shadow Rising (The Wheel of Time, #4)

by Robert Jordan

general can take care of the living or weep for the dead, but he cannot do both.”

“I suppose it is,” Perrin said sadly, wondering why he should feel sad. The Way of the Leaf was a fine belief, like a dream of peace, but like the dream it could not last where there was violence. He did not know of a place without that. A dream for some other man, some other time. Some other Age perhaps.