The Wheel of Time. Book 2. The Great Hunt

Death is lighter than a feather, duty heavier than a mountain.

“All men dream. But I know dreams for dreams. This”—he touched his sword hilt—“is reality.”

hat women who should have been Aes Sedai were instead leashed like animals frightened the villagers even more than the strange creatures the Seanchan commanded, things the folk of Atuan’s Mill could only describe in whispers as coming from nightmares.