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.
Loial, son of Arent, son of Halen, had secretly always wanted to be hasty.
i can't understand her" well son, you might as well try to understand the sun". derived form the book:fires of heaven by robert jordan.
He came like the wind, like the wind touched everything, and like the wind was gone. -from The Dragon Reborn. By Loial, son of Arent son of Halan, the Fourth Age.
