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

by Robert Jordan

“Ilyena! Light help me, Ilyena!” His body curved around hers protectively, his sobs the full-throated cries of a man who had nothing left to live for. “Ilyena, no! No!”

“Keep moving, burn you! Think you’ll do any better than that fox did, if they catch us? The one with its insides piled on its head?” Egwene swayed out of the saddle and vomited noisily. “I knew you’d remember. Just keep going a little more. That’s all. Just a little more. Burn you, I thought farm youngsters had endurance. Work all day and dance all night. Sleep all day and sleep all night, looks like to me. Move your bloody feet!”

“How could he have disliked you so much?” Nynaeve asked wonderingly. I killed two men. Aloud, he said, “I don’t know.”

Those couldn’t have been hands on those tentacles. They couldn’t have been.

“Rand, you aren’t afraid. . . .” They were alone, but she looked around and still lowered her voice. “Moiraine Sedai says you don’t have to touch the True Source. If you don’t touch saidin, if you don’t try to wield the Power, you’ll be safe.” “Oh, I won’t ever touch it again. Not if I have to cut my hand off, first.”