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

by Robert Jordan

“How do you know when a woman wants to kill you?” Rand mused. “When she knows your name?” Dobraine did not sound as if he were joking. Rand tilted his head thoughtfully, then nodded.

Only madmen never trust. Lews Therin sounded amused. And quite mad.

Across the nations the stories spread like spiderweb laid upon spiderweb, and men and women planned the future, believing they knew truth. They planned, and the Pattern absorbed their plans, weaving toward the future foretold.