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

by Robert Jordan

Concentrate on a single flame and feed all your passions into it—fear, hate, anger—until your mind became empty. Become one with the void, Tam said, and you could do anything.

Anything can be a weapon, if the man or woman who holds it has the nerve and will to make it so.

There must be a difference in what you saw, it seemed to him, depending on whether you sought adventure or had it forced on you.

The strongest images around the gleeman are a man—not him—juggling fire, and the White Tower, and that doesn’t make any sense at all for a man. The strongest things I see about the big, curly-haired fellow are a wolf, and a broken crown, and trees flowering all around him. And the other one—a red eagle, an eye on a balance scale, a dagger with a ruby, a horn, and a laughing face.