The Westwood - Robert Jordan
They called them savages. The fools said they could be swept aside like rubbish. How many battles lost, how many cities burnt, before they faced the truth? Before the nations stood together against them. The field at Marath carpeted with the dead, and no sound but the cries of ravens and the buzzing of flies. The topless towers of Cairhien burning in the night like torches. All the way to the shining walls they burned and slew before they were turned back.
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