I have, of course, been called many other things. Most of them uncouth, although very few were unearned.
I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others feer to speak of during day. I have talked to Gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.
You may have heard of me.
– The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss