The Name Of The Wind (The Kingkiller Chronicle: Day One)

My name is Kvothe
I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Fulurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled form the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moolight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to Gods, loves women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.
You may have heard of me.
So begins a tale unequaled in fantasy literature - the story of a hero told in his own voice. It is a tale of sorrow, a tale of survival, a tale of one man's search for meaning in his universe, and how that search, and the indomitable will that drove it, gave birth to a legend.

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