There are no clear paths. Only pitfalls and tripwires and darkness.
Tuon's eyes snapped open, and despite the dim light, she focused directly on Mat. She saw the knife in his hand, ready to throw. Then she looked over her shoulder.
Still waters run deep. All things change until we wake. Dreams drift in the wind.
Run when you have to, fight when you must, rest when you can.
Kneel and swear to the Lord Dragon, or you will be knelt.
I will hate the man you choose because he isn't me, and love him if he makes you smile.