The Path of Daggers (The Wheel of Time, #8)

by Robert Jordan

Peel the apple in your hand, girl, not the one on the tree,

When a woman plays the fool, look for the man.

Kittens tangle your yarn, men tangle your wits, and it’s simple as breathing for both.

You hammered the iron that lay on your anvil instead of daydreaming about working silver.

It isn’t the stone you see that trips you on your nose.