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

by Robert Jordan

Some men would call it brash, foolhardy, suicidal. The world was rarely changed by men who were unwilling to try being at least one of the three.

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

He came like the wind, like the wind touched everything, and like the wind was gone.