The Fires of Heaven (The Wheel of Time, #5)

by Robert Jordan

Overhead, the stars were crisp points in the darkness, and the three-quarter moon was bright.

Letting emotions go clouds judgment for a moment, but holding them in clouds it always.

Think of the effect on the Pattern of a single thread, one man, removed from hours, or days, that have already been woven, like one thread picked partly out of a piece of cloth. Fragments of manuscripts remaining from the War of Power say several entire cities were destroyed with balefire before both sides realized the dangers. Hundreds of thousands of threads pulled from the Pattern, gone for days already past; whatever those people had done, now no longer had been done, and neither had what others had done because of their actions. The memories remained, but not the actions. The ripples were incalculable. The Pattern itself nearly unraveled. It could have been the destruction of everything. World, time, Creation itself.”

Whatever he is, he is no simple country gleeman.”