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

by Robert Jordan

“Rand?” The other man walked on with his encircling escort. “Rand?” Rand was not even ten paces away, but he did not waver. Some of the Maidens looked back, but not Rand. Mat felt cold suddenly, and it had nothing to do with the onset of night. He wet his lips and spoke again, not a shout. “Lews Therin.” And Rand turned around. Mat almost wished he had not.

Omgggg

He had two things, he said, a sword that would not break and a war that could not end; he would never gift a bride with those.

Only inside was she still the same; her mind yet held all its knowledge. There, in her head, she was still herself.

Even the Tairens grimaced sadly. The sounds washed over Rand, though, touching nothing. Tears were a luxury he could no longer afford, not even inside.

Almost dead yesterday, maybe dead tomorrow, but alive, gloriously alive, today.

“Remember your toh, Rand al’Thor. If I can remember ji’e’toh, so can you.” That seemed a strange thing to say; the sun would rise at midnight before she forgot the smallest scrap of ji’e’toh. “If you keep on like this,” he said with a smile, “I will begin thinking you care for me.” He meant it for a jest—there were only two ways to deal with her, joke or simply override her; arguing was fatal—and a mild one considering they had spent a night in each other’s arms, but her eyes went wide in outrage, and she jerked at the ivory bracelet as if to pull it off and throw it at him.

Love them

He did not understand why those coming before him began to sweat and lick their lips as they knelt and stammered the words of fealty. But then, he could not see the cold light burning in his own eyes.

“An open sack hides nothing, and an open door hides little, but an open man is surely hiding something.”

“We are alike in many ways, you and I. There is a darkness in us. Darkness, pain, death. They radiate from us. If ever you love a woman, Rand, leave her and let her find another. It will be the best gift you can give her.”

Done was done, and he had to live with it. Death would be a release from what he had to live with.

Wow this series gets better and better