A Memory of Light (Wheel of Time, #14)

by Robert Jordan

He shall slay his people with the sword of peace,’” Moiraine said, “‘and destroy them with the leaf.’”

“Tree stumps and men,” he said to Moiraine. “The Two Rivers has both, and one is about as likely to budge as the other.”

You may have the memories of a man four centuries old, Rand al’Thor, but that does not make you ancient. Otherwise, Matrim Cauthon would be the patriarch of us all.”

“I did not come here to win,” Lan whispered, smiling. “I came here to kill you. Death is lighter than a feather.”