His face set in grim determination, Richard slogged ahead, his fingers reaching up to touch the tooth under his shirt. Loneliness, deeper than he had never known, sagged his shoulders. All his friends were lost to him. He knew now that his life was not his own. It belonged to his duty, to his task. He was the Seeker. Nothing more. Nothing less. Not his own man, but a pawn to be used by others. A tool, same as his sword, to help others, that they might have the life he had only glimpsed for a twinkling. He was no different from the dark things in the boundary. A bringer of death.

Wizard's Seventh Rule Life is the future, not the past.

Others made you into who you were. You made yourself into what you have become.

But if used for retribution, magic is vengeance incarnate.

Knowledge is a weapon. I intend to be formidably armed.

You can destroy those who speak the truth, but you cannot destroy the truth itself

If the road is easy, you're likely going the wrong way.