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

by Robert Jordan

Perrin spoke quietly. “She should have done something.”

It had been a last stubborn effort to deny what was plain, and there was never any good in that, however unpleasant it might be.

There were those who would cut down every leaf.

Elyas was out there, also, more dimly sensed, stalking the night with his long knife, a two-legged wolf with one sharp steel tooth.

There do not seem to be many of either still standing, but if buildings are a poor substitute for trees, they are still worth seeing. The

“I will never shame you.” The gentle tone, like a caress, sounded odd to Rand’s ears in the Warder’s voice, but it made Nynaeve’s eyes brighten. “I will hate the man you choose because he is not me, and love him if he makes you smile. No woman deserves the sure knowledge of widow’s black as her brideprice, you least of all.”