"There's the flaw. What does he care about something invented?" Doul shakes his head slowly, as if he's trying to clear a thought from his mind. "I don't know what it is, not yet, but the words he needs to hear have to frightening him. To startle him. They do not need to reach many ears."

"It needs to be as if he and his dearest friend were walking in a garden. All is calm, lush, and perfectly neat. And then lightning strikes his friend - not him - but that the strike makes him recoil in fear." What is the lightning? That he doesn't know, not yet. "You can hold off his army, but to destroy them, you only need ruin a single man and I've yet to meet one who's worst enemy wasn't also himself."