Strange the Dreamer (Strange the Dreamer, #1)

by Laini Taylor

“Life won’t just happen to you, boy,” he said. “You have to happen to it.

but war, like fortune, doesn’t touch all folk with the same hand.

If the dream chose the dreamer, then his had chosen poorly. It needed someone far more daring than he. It needed the thunder and the avalanche, the war cry and the whirlwind. It needed fire.

One looked at him and thought, Here is a great man, and also a good one, though few men are ever both.

There were no books to hide behind, and no shadows—only Lazlo Strange in his worn gray robes, with his nose that had been broken by fairy tales, looking like the hero of no story ever told. Or. No story yet told.

Here was the radical notion that you might help someone simply because they needed it.

and being a woman, which is a magic all its own.