The Eye of the World (The Wheel of Time, #1)

by Robert Jordan

“I hate this bloody thing,” he growled. “I don’t know what I’m doing with it, strutting around like some kind of fool. I couldn’t have done it, you know. When it was all pretend and maybe, I could swagger, and play as if I. . . .” He sighed, his voice fading. “It’s different, now. I don’t ever want to use it again.” “You’ll use it.” Perrin raised the axe to throw it in the pool, but Elyas caught his wrist. “You’ll use it, boy, and as long as you hate using it, you will use it more wisely than most men would. Wait. If ever you don’t hate it any longer, then will be the time to throw it as far as you can and run the other way.”

It is the pleasure of a guest’s company that should be remembered, not the sadness of parting.”

It was easier to be brave, he discovered, when someone needed your protection.