The dreams became more vivid and cruel, grisly and personal, and sometimes more real than waking life. They would chase me through the days, piercing my thoughts with sharp, shining fragments I’d nearly forgotten.   Courage doesn’t exist without fear. So seeming nothing more than ordinary, I was constantly courageous; always afraid. I built walls and towers in my mind stronger than LeMerle’s damned donjon, and when I raced for their safety, no one could reach me. No one but Leoric. He always searched out the crack in the mortar, the open window, the gate unguarded.