Thank you," the young mother said again. "Thank you." "The Black Tower protects," Logain heard himself say. "Always." "I will send him to you to be tested when he is of age," the woman promised, holding her son. "I would have him join you, if he has the talent." The talent. Not the curse. The talent.

Nobody tells us how to be men. We just are.

Always something new, always something I didn't expect, and sometimes it isn't horrible.

I do not like odd things until I can understand them.

As my Lord says, my Lord's leg is not a side of beef. Thank you, my Lord, for instructing me.

Sometimes, pain is all that lets you know you're alive.

If you must mount the gallows, give a jest to the crowd, a coin the hangman, and make the drop with a smile on your lips.