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spears. They surrounded Dalinar in a circular formation, but he patted Sigzil on the shoulder and made them part. He walked toward Ishar, Szeth shadowing him on one side, Sigzil on the other. Dalinar had not expected the old Herald to look so strong. Dalinar was used to the frailty of men like Taravangian, but the pers... |
families. Because Rlain had to let them go fetch families. What else could they do? Leave them to the Pursuer, who was known to target the loved ones of people he hunted? All of this ate away at their time. They were also slowed by the need to carry both the wounded and the unconscious Radiants. Rlain did what he could... |
close their circle, but Ishar ordered them back. Then he danced away from Sigzil, shouting at Dalinar. “Fight me, champion! Face me alone!” “I brought no weapon, Ishar,” Dalinar said. “The time for the contest of champions has not yet come.” Ishar fought brilliantly as the other Windrunners tried to gang up on him. He ... |
as if their lives were being drained with it. Dalinar glanced at Szeth, but the Shin man had fallen to his knees, wide eyed. Storms. Dalinar should have known better than to depend on the assassin as a bodyguard. Navani had warned him; Szeth was nearly as unstable as the Heralds. Dalinar didn’t want to see what happene... |
perpendicularity remained open, but its light dimmed to reveal Szeth standing between Dalinar and Ishar, brandishing his strange black Shardblade. His illusion melted off like paint in the rain, breaking into Light—which was sucked into the sword and consumed. “Where,” Szeth said to Ishar, his voice quiet, “did you get... |
gods of them. I saved them. And your father did give me this Blade. He thanked me for letting him die.” Szeth screamed, charging Ishar—who raised his Blade to casually block him, as he had with the Windrunners. However, the meeting of the two Blades caused a burst of power, and the shock wave sent both men sprawling ba... |
the corridor, holding his arm before his eyes. Light that drove the knife from Navani’s side as it healed her wound. Light that brought fabrials to life, Light that sang with the tones of Honor and Cultivation in tandem. But her spren … The Sibling was so weak. Navani grasped the pillar, pouring her power into it, but ... |
to work. * * * Dalinar persuaded the Windrunners to linger in the sky above Ishar’s camp, rather than flying immediately back to the Emuli warcamp. He worried about them though. The Radiants drooped like soldiers who had completed a full-day, double-time march. Ordinarily Stormlight would have perked them up, but they ... |
my pilgrimage. I must return to my people, Blackthorn. I must face them.” “As you wish,” Dalinar said. He wasn’t certain he wanted to unleash this man upon anyone, least of all the one neutral kingdom of note in this conflict. But Jasnah had indicated it would happen, and besides, he doubted he could stop Szeth from do... |
Oh, storms. In that moment, he didn’t want to earn a spren. He didn’t want to fight. He wanted to be home making plates, listening to his father hum. He didn’t want to be standing here, knowing that they were all … all going to … A hand took Adin by the shoulder and moved him backward. Not all the way back, but enough ... |
the master of this house, they literally are this house, your actions are quite the insult.” Brilliant lights suddenly began running up the walls, making the very core of the stones glow as if molten in the center. Similar lights burst to life in the ceiling. The ground trembled, as if the entire mountain were shaking.... |
no visible eyes or features. “What on Roshar…” Dalinar said. “The hands seem human, if too long, but the rest of it…” “I have no idea,” Mela said. She glanced away and shivered. “It’s not human, sir. I don’t know what it is.” In the back of Dalinar’s mind, the Stormfather rumbled. This … the spren said. This is not pos... |
it come alive. Felt light begin to surround him. Her light. The queen’s light. And before that, a terrible sound. It had pushed away his Connection to Odium, forcing Moash to feel pain for the things he’d done—pain he didn’t want. Pain he’d given away. That pain seethed and spread inside him. He’d killed Teft. He’d. Ki... |
minutes before a highstorm was scheduled to arrive. He felt the weight of failure pulling him down, strong as gravity. He sagged as he dismissed the Windrunners to go rest. He’d gone all that way for nothing. He was no closer to understanding his powers. No closer to doing something about the capture of Urithiru. No cl... |
his hand resting on the ball at the top. He appeared different from when Dalinar had last seen him. He still resembled a wise old man with a grey beard cut to medium length. A paternal air. Sagacious, knowing, understanding. Only now his skin was glowing in places, as if it had grown thin and a light inside was seeking... |
you’re losing control of your plans. Perhaps Dalinar’s errand to Tukar hadn’t been a failure. He hadn’t gained Ishar’s wisdom, but so long as Odium thought he had … Bless you, Renarin, Dalinar thought. For making my life unpredictable to this being. For letting me bluff. “We made an agreement,” Odium said. “A contest o... |
Everstorm. The Fused are free now; they can be reborn without my intervention. The Oathpact could have imprisoned them, but it is now defunct. I am literally unable to do as you ask, not without destroying myself in the process.” “Then we cannot have an accommodation,” Dalinar said. “Because I’m certainly not going to ... |
a god. But to simply give Wit what he desired? Who do you trust more? Wit, or the god of anger? It wasn’t really in question. He didn’t trust Wit much, but he didn’t trust Odium at all. Besides, if Honor had died to trap this god here on Roshar, Dalinar had to believe the Almighty had done so for good reason. So he tur... |
more than one planet, one people. But my people … tire. I’ve worn them thin with this eternal battle. They seek endings, terrible endings. The entire war has changed, based on what your wife has done. You realize this.” “I do,” Dalinar said. “It is time for a true accommodation. A true ending. Do you not agree?” “I … Y... |
of one individual was dangerous. He could finally see her point, as he stood there on that field of golden light. This new deal would be good for his allies—they’d celebrate it, most likely. But he couldn’t know for certain. He had to make a decision. Dared he do that? Dared he risk his own soul? I have to contain him,... |
of the intricate motions of the thousands of fabrials that made up the Sibling’s physical form? She now felt so normal. Almost. She retained a hint of awareness in the back of her mind. A sense for the veins of crystal that permeated the tower; if she rested her hand against a wall she could sense its workings. Heat. P... |
relax. “I … have done … what I wished. Odium … is worried. He may … allow … an ending.…” “Thank you,” Navani said softly. “I never … thought … I would be sane … at the end.…” Navani raised the dagger. And for the first time, she wondered if she was strong enough for this. “I do wish…” Raboniel said, “I could hear … rhy... |
began digging in the basket. He stopped as he found a note. Written by Renarin Kholin, sealed by his signet. Taravangian sounded out each glyph. It took forever—drawing a fleet of concentrationspren like ripples in the air—for him to figure out what it said. Two words. I’m sorry. Two gemstones, glowing brightly, were i... |
Szeth said, approaching steadily. “I ignore you as I ignore the voices in the shadows. You know the voices, Taravangian? The ones you gave me.” Taravangian huddled down, closing his eyes. Waiting, too overcome with emotion to do anything else. “What are these?” Szeth said. Taravangian opened his eyes. The gemstones. Sz... |
me? HAVE YOU BETRAYED ME, TARAVANGIAN? Have you been speaking to Sja-anat? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? The awe of that force—that transcendent power—left Taravangian quivering, spren of a dozen varieties swirling around him, fighting for his attention. So many emotions. He barely noticed Szeth pulling the knife free, for he wa... |
of power. And Ascended to godhood, becoming Odium. They should not be discarded, but helped to their potential. Their final Passions. —Musings of El, on the first of the Final Ten Days Rlain walked with Venli and his new friends—Dul, Mazish, and the others Venli had recruited—to the Oathgate, where Kaladin waited to tr... |
feel the Plate, though it was apparently always there—invisible, but ready when needed. Like a Shardblade, but made up of many spren. Kaladin didn’t ask if Rlain wanted to leave with the others. Rlain had established that he needed to stay, at least until Renarin returned. Beyond that … well, there was something Rlain ... |
him! No. No, free to plan. To devise a way to save the world from itself. He could see so far! See so much! He needed to think. To burn! No, to plot! To … To … Taravangian was startled as he became aware of something else. A growing power nearby, visible only to one such as him. A godly power, infinite and verdant. He ... |
had seen many dead people in his visions, and that didn’t mean they still lived somewhere. He didn’t know why Tien had given the wooden horse to him, as if to prove the vision was real, only for it to immediately vanish. That seemed to indicate Kaladin’s mind had fabricated the meeting. He didn’t let it prevent him fro... |
to do. He sorted through Odium’s previous plans and saw all their flaws. How had he let himself be maneuvered into this particular deal with Dalinar? How had he let himself rely so much upon a contest of champions? Didn’t he know? The way to win was to make sure that, no matter the outcome, you were satisfied. Odium sh... |
which rested beside her open notebook on one side of the table. The cube Mraize had sent rested on the other side. “The bells are ringing. Time?” She removed her hand and situated herself at the desk. Adolin fell silent, waiting and watching as Shallan lifted the top of Mraize’s cube. With help from Kelek, they’d gotte... |
would soon take over the world completely and restart torturing all the Heralds. Kelek would do practically anything to escape that fate. There was a long pause from Mraize. “Shallan,” he finally said, “we do not move against other Ghostbloods.” “I’m not one of the Ghostbloods,” Shallan said. “None of us ever were, not... |
picked a side. Goodbye, Mraize. End contact.” The floating spren molded into a globe instead of Mraize’s face. Shallan sat back, trying not to feel overwhelmed. “Whoever they are,” Adolin said, “we can handle them.” Ever optimistic. Well, he had good reason. With the leaders of the honorspren in disgrace, and Lasting I... |
do something to protect ourselves,” Venli said. “Something to make everyone leave us alone.” She held out her hand, and a little spren in the shape of a comet flew up from the grass and started circling it. “She’s new to this realm and a little confused. But she’s seeking someone to bond and make into a Radiant. Like m... |
with me, my friends. Along with some of the enemy who have chosen to defect and become listeners.” Thude hummed to Skepticism. “Again, if you turn me aside, that is understandable,” Venli said. “But at least listen to my friends. You’re going to need allies to survive in this new world, a world of Surgebinders. We can’... |
I need to take time away from the battle. Maybe so much time that I never return to full command. I have work to do, helping men like me and Dabbid. I’d like your permission to continue.” “Granted,” Dalinar said. “You’ve grown, soldier. Few men have the wisdom to realize when they need help. Fewer still have the streng... |
help him recover. All I need from you now is an agreement to help. And a willingness to travel to Shinovar in somewhat … odd company.” “Sir?” Kaladin asked. “I’ll explain later,” Dalinar said. “I need time to think this over, decide what I really want to do.” Kaladin nodded, but glanced at Syl, who whistled again. “Ten... |
“They gave your title to another, you know. A human.” “I’ve heard.” “Disrespectful,” the Pursuer said to Derision. “It should have remained unused. Give me that Voidlight. I need to recharge myself, to earn back my legacy.” “Earn back?” The Pursuer forced himself to keep his tone respectful, to not shout. The one with ... |
it was taken with my other things when I became a slave. How…” He clutched the horse close to his chest. He was so amazed that he walked off, and had to come running back to pay for what he’d taken. After that, he trotted back toward the tavern. He’d promised earlier that he would meet Dabbid, Noril, and the others he’... |
felt that truth like a twisting in his stomach. “I feel your tension,” Navani said. “I’m second-guessing what I’ve done,” Dalinar said. “The best information we have indicates this contest is our most reasonable hope of success,” Navani said. “And I doubt anyone the enemy presents can best Stormblessed.” “I’m … not goi... |
a furious splash. Above, the battle for Narak continued, and the rest of the listeners summoned the Everstorm. She should be leading them! She was foremost among them! She leaped to her feet and shouted to a dozen horrible rhythms in a row, her voice echoing in the chasm. It did no good. She had been defeated by the hu... |
Eshonai came alive. The part of herself she’d reserved, the part that would not be contained. The part that made her let Thude and the others escape. It was the core of who she was: a person who had insisted on leaving the camps to explore, a person who had always longed to see what was over the next hill. A person who... |
where the Plate had broken—as had her body. She bled from a deep gash here, her carapace ripped away. Each breath came as a ragged, sodden mess, and she tasted blood. But in her mind, she cycled through the rhythms of her childhood. Awe. Confidence. Mourning. Determination. Then Peace. She had lost the first battle. Bu... |
above it. Her rain bathed each and every hill, and the Rider let her see the world with the eyes of a god. Everywhere the wind blew, she was. Everything the rain touched, she felt. Everything the lightning revealed, she knew. She flew for what felt like an eternity, sustained by the Rider’s own essence. She saw humans ... |
she didn’t want to be alone in her room any longer—so went to visit her brothers. Their quarters weren’t far from hers. Jushu was the only one there when she arrived, but he let her in and chatted with her about her mission. Then, as usually happened when she visited, Shallan found her way to the room’s hearth to draw.... |
forced herself to read studies on other people with fragmented personas. She’d found only a handful of mentions in medical texts, though the accounts implied people like her were treated as freaks even by the ardents. Oddities to be locked away in the darkness for their own good, studied by academics who found the case... |
was lost in the fire. Here is what I remember. Shallan made some notes at the bottom of Ialai’s crude map. Whatever skills in politics the woman had possessed, they had been offset by a dearth of artistic ability. But perhaps Shallan could find some actual maps of Shadesmar and compare? The door opened, admitting Balat... |
Oathgates—though primarily used to quickly move troops and supplies—had another function. They had the ability to send people back and forth into Shadesmar, a usage that Dalinar’s scholars and Radiants had slowly managed to unlock during the past year. Was that what Mraize had wanted? Veil saw the pieces of something g... |
brothers where they will be safe. Veil agreed. Did such a place exist? Or instead should she gather a few pieces of her own to use? She needed information—about the Ghostbloods, and about Mraize himself. Despite their time working together, she knew next to nothing about the man. She was curious to see how Mraize would... |
ridges or other ornamental plants here—but the cold weather stunted growth. The result, even with the occasional use of a heating fabrial, was little more than a network of colored mounds on the ground, not the gorgeous cultivated walls of a true garden. She picked out only two small lifespren. Mraize was a dark pillar... |
smile on his lips. “Shallan will find this interesting, Veil. Do you not want to ask, for her sake? An invasive species from Shinovar, slowly making a home in the mountains? Where Rosharan creatures cannot live. They lack the fur, the adaptations, you see.” Shallan emerged as he said it, so she took a Memory. She neede... |
shaking his head. “I thought you’d be able to see bigger, to dream bigger. Tell me, when you traveled Shadesmar, how valuable was a little Stormlight?” “Very,” she said. “So … this is about bringing Stormlight to Shadesmar? What do the spren have that you want?” “That, little knife, is the wrong question.” Blast. Veil ... |
Things like this daunted her—such large-scale ideas and problems. Shallan though … Shallan wanted to soar, learn, discover. And to find that she was restricted in that discovery, even if she’d never known about the restriction, did bother her. Mraize took the broam back. “This gemstone cannot go where it is needed. A m... |
make sense. Mraize would want someone who could watch Shallan in places a soldier might not be able to reach. One of the deserters then? Or Ishnah? One of the newer squires? The idea made her sick. “Iyatil has reported to Master Thaidakar,” Mraize said, “and he has accepted—after some initial anger—that we will not be ... |
she said, finding an unexpected hunger within. “Let me see them. Let me know them.” “These things require effort and experience,” Mraize said. “I could not simply be told of them, and neither can you. I have given you enough for now. To go further, you must hunt the secrets. Earn them.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “A... |
her desires. For well over a year now, she’d told herself that she only continued with the Ghostbloods to find out their secrets. But Veil liked being part of them. The thrill of the intrigue. Even the suspense of potentially being found out. Shallan, however, had always been seeking answers. Real secrets. Surely even ... |
is tied up in the intricacies of the art. As is understanding one last vital kind of spren: logicspren. —Lecture on fabrial mechanics presented by Navani Kholin to the coalition of monarchs, Urithiru, Jesevan, 1175 The palace at Kholinar had undergone a dramatic transformation. To a new form, so to speak. Here, more th... |
made? Could someone like her aspire to this immortality? Timbre pulsed a warning inside her, and Venli forcibly resisted those instincts. It was not easy. Perhaps as a Surgebinder, she should have been naturally selfless. Naturally noble. Like Eshonai. Venli was neither. A part of her still longed for the path she’d on... |
around the Nine. The pillars twisted and tapered, shrinking and growing into the chests of the Nine but leaving their heads and the tops of their carapaced shoulders bare. Most had at least one arm free. The Nine faced inward, their backs to the room. The bizarre entombment was discomforting, alien. Nauseating. It lent... |
of the word. Land of the Second Advance. Her abilities stopped there, however, and she couldn’t answer the more interesting question. Why was it called that? Leshwi hummed, so Venli stepped forward and cracked her scepter against the floor twice, then bowed, head down. Leshwi rose behind her, clothing rustling. “I will... |
Husks, the ninth brand of Fused. She had heard them spoken of; supposedly very few existed. Was this the recently awakened Fused who had Leshwi so concerned? “Lezian, the Pursuer,” said one of the Nine. “You were entrusted with a delicate device, a suppressor of Stormlight abilities. You were told to test it. Where is ... |
there. Until then, there would often be years or even decades of rebirths during a Return—during which time the Heralds would train humans to fight. Once they were confident that humans could continue to stand, the Heralds would give themselves to Braize to activate the Isolation. The Heralds would need to die for this... |
me. I claim prior privilege to the life of Stormblessed. The Pursuer must, in this case, wait upon my pleasure.” “You know my tradition!” he shouted at Leshwi. “Traditions can be broken.” The tall Fused stomped toward her, and Venli had to forcibly hold herself in place, bowing—though she was allowed to look up and wat... |
the hall fell silent. Moments stretched to minutes. What was happening? A figure darkened the doorway of the chamber, backlit by sunlight. It was a tall femalen, of the fannahn-im—the builders who had created the palace—with a tall topknot of hair and carapace like a helmet otherwise covering her head. She wore a luxur... |
away. Their oaths may be advanced enough to push through the suppression, much as the Unmade have done at the tower in the past. With them gone, I can lead a force into Urithiru and seize it from within—and the Radiants will be unable to resist.” The Nine started singing to one another privately, giving everyone else t... |
never really been interested in the war or its tactics. This must be about something more. She wants the opportunity to experiment upon the Sibling.…” “This is dangerous,” one of the Nine loudly said to the room. “The humans are suspicious of Taravangian already. He reports that he is watched at all times. If we use hi... |
“And leaves me to achieve my potential. You did not answer my question. What of Stormblessed?” “I’m not afraid of a Windrunner, no matter how … mythical his reputation may be growing,” Raboniel said. “We will focus our attention on the Bondsmith and the Elsecaller. They are more dangerous than any simple soldier.” “Wel... |
have gathered a staff of faithful and highly capable singers. I would lend them to you for this enterprise, and would attend you myself, as an apology for my objections.” “You do always have the best servants,” Raboniel said, eyeing Venli. “This one is the Last Listener, is she not? Once Voice of Odium himself? How did... |
then we Fused will fade into time and leave this world to you. That is how to achieve your independence, Venli.” “Yes, mistress,” she said to Subservience. She didn’t feel it, and Timbre pulsed her own frustration. Venli had felt Odium’s hand directly. He would not leave this people alone, and she suspected the other F... |
decide his path, but they needed to start promoting other Windrunners to take over his duties. So it was that ten days after the mission to Hearthstone, Kaladin stood in front of the army’s command staff and listened to Dalinar announce that Kaladin’s role in the army was “evolving.” Kaladin found the experience humili... |
divinities. We’re relatives that way.” She zipped in closer to him. “You humans are merely the weird relatives that live out in the stormshelter; the ones we try not to let visitors know about.” Kaladin could smell the sparring grounds before he arrived—the mingled familiar scents of sweat and sword oil. Syl shot to th... |
never did at normal elevations. Highstorms hit here infrequently. Nine out of ten didn’t get high enough—passing as an angry expanse below, rumbling their discontent with flashes of lightning. Without the storms, there simply wasn’t enough water for crops, let alone proper hillsides for planting polyps. Still, at Navan... |
humans distrust him. But workform made people treat him like a parshman. He hated that even more. Though to be honest, it was odd to see Rlain—with his black and red marbled skin—giving direction to Alethi. It was reminiscent of what was happening in Alethkar, with the invasion. Rlain didn’t like it when people made th... |
sir.” “I know you feel left out. I know how hard it is to see the others fly while you walk. This is your chance.” “Would you take a spren who was forced into the deal, Kaladin?” Rlain asked. “Considering the circumstances, I’d take what I could get.” “The circumstances…” Rlain said, holding up his hand, inspecting the... |
the edge of the plateau. This section of the field overlooked a steep drop-off. In the near distance, Kaladin could see Navani’s large construction hanging from the plateau—the device used to raise and lower the Fourth Bridge. It seemed like falling from here would leave one to fall for eternity. Though he knew the mou... |
similar shape. “I’m being forced into retirement,” Kaladin said softly. “Congratulations,” Zahel said. “Take the pension. Let all this become someone else’s problem.” “I’ve been told I can choose my place moving forward, so long as I’m not on the front lines. I thought…” He looked to Zahel, who smiled, wrinkles forming... |
as he swiped at the cloth. That was the man’s strategy, Kaladin realized. Keep Kaladin focused on the cloth. Kaladin ignored the sheet and lunged toward Zahel. He was proud of that strike; Adolin’s instruction with the sword seemed almost as natural to him now as his old spear training. The lunge missed, but the form w... |
arm had been uncanny. Zahel stretched the scarf in his hands—it was longer than Kaladin had expected. “Do you believe in the Almighty, boy?” “Why does that matter?” “You ask why faith is relevant when you’re considering joining the ardents—to become a religious advisor?” “I want to be a teacher of the sword and spear,”... |
with his other hand, so Kaladin dismissed Syl and summoned her again with his off hand—swinging to make Zahel dodge back. Zahel snatched a sheet off the fluttering lines, twisting it and wrapping it into a tight length, like a cord. Kaladin rubbed his neck. “I think … I think I have seen this style before. You fight li... |
onto the drying line. He did the same for the others, each in turn. “Why can’t I?” Kaladin asked. He wasn’t certain Zahel had the authority to forbid him, but he also wasn’t certain he wanted to take this path if Zahel—the one ardent he felt true respect for—was opposed. “Do you make everyone who wants to retire to the... |
in the shape of a curling shell. “Ever seen one of these?” “Soulcast?” Kaladin asked, taking the small shell. It was surprisingly heavy. He turned it around, admiring the way it curled. “Similar. That’s a creature that died long, long ago. It settled into the mud, and slowly—over thousands upon thousands of years—miner... |
body again, make sure no one Invests the soul with more strength, and they’ll slip away in a few minutes. For stronger ones … well, you might be able to starve them. A lot of Type Twos feed on power. Keeps them going. “These enemies of yours though, I think they’re too strong for that. They’ve lasted thousands of years... |
a wrongness that she couldn’t define. Gavilar had possessed Voidlight spheres—she remembered seeing them—and that fact was befuddling enough. How had her husband obtained Voidlight years before the arrival of the Everstorm? But this other black sphere. What on Roshar was it? “Assassin,” Navani said. “Look at me.” Szeth... |
will seek another Ideal, I suppose. I had not considered it.” “How could you not think of that?” “I simply did not.” Storms, this is dangerous, Navani thought. Dalinar could speak of redemption and mending broken spirits, but this creature was a fire burning unchecked, ready to escape the hearth and consume any fuel it... |
of the sphere. He was dying; he could barely force out his last words. I am not certain they are prophetic, as the voices of the dying sometimes are in my land. I followed them anyway.” She turned to go. She had more questions, but she had to budget her time with the assassin. Each moment near him made her feel physica... |
set Gavinor down, and he rushed over, jumping into Navani’s embrace. She hung to him tightly, appreciating the progress they’d made. When Gavinor had finally been recovered, he’d been so frightened and timid he had cringed when Navani tried to hug him. That trauma, now a year past, was finally fading from the boy. He w... |
it was a very Alethi thing to say. It broke her heart regardless. She hugged Gav tight. “Don’t worry about it.” “Will you talk to Grampa, please?” She sighed. “I’ll ask him.” Gav nodded, smiling. Her time with him was short, unfortunately. She had a meeting with Dalinar and Jasnah in under an hour, and she needed to ch... |
a storm and a rise in pressure,” Navani said. “It defies our understanding, but has anyone done readings like this from such an elevation? Perhaps what is natural near sea level is inverted up here.” “Yes, yes,” the ardent said. “I could perhaps see that, but look at these books. They contradict such a theory. Measurem... |
going over readings with Benneh, then checked on the royal astronomers, who were erecting a new set of telescopes made with the highest-quality lenses out of Thaylenah. They were certain they’d be able to get some spectacular views from up here once the telescopes were calibrated. Navani asked the women a few questions... |
their tests only to her. She gave them leave to requisition several real Voidlight spheres, captured in battle, to use in comparisons. Then she left the strange sphere with them, feeling agitated. Not because she didn’t trust the two—they dealt with extremely expensive and delicate equipment, and had proven reliable. B... |
you shouldn’t. Being what you shouldn’t. Brightness, it is not a particularly seemly hobby for a well-connected young woman.” “Trust me,” she said, “I am anything but well-connected. I keep finding pieces of myself lying around, forgotten.…” She led the Mink over to the other door to point out the guard post beyond. Ad... |
for him. For his part, Adolin just laughed. “Shallan, you’re really complaining that someone is too intense? You? Even your jokes sometimes feel like a competition.” She glanced to him, then—instead of being provoked—seemed to relax. Adolin had that effect on people. “Of course they are,” she said. “My life is a consta... |
into the shape of a map of the continent as if seen from high above. Fully rendered in color, it showed mountains and valleys in exacting topographical detail, all to scale. The Mink’s eyes went wide, and awespren burst above him like a ring of smoke. Navani understood that emotion. Watching the Radiants work was like ... |
There was a mystery about this Wit that Navani had never noticed during Elhokar’s reign. Perhaps he molded himself to the monarch he served. He stayed in step right behind Jasnah, silvery-sheathed sword on his hip, his lips drawn ever so slightly to a smile. The type that made you think he must be considering a joke ab... |
make a large offensive. Navani agreed. The protracted nature of this war gave the advantage to the enemy. The coalition’s Radiant numbers were increasing slowly now, particularly with the honorspren withholding their support. However, the enemy singers—once untrained—were growing into better troops by the day, and more... |
will use our forces to recover Herdaz. Help me retake Alethkar, and I will spare no effort in seeing your people freed.” “Having the Blackthorn on my side would be novel,” the Mink said. “Before I make any promises though, tell me why you have so many troops stationed here, here, and here.” He pointed at several fortif... |
truth,” Dalinar said. “And if you know anything of my niece, you’ll know she has no qualms stating the truth as she sees it. Regardless of the consequences.” “Yes,” the Mink said, looking at Jasnah. “I know of your reputation, Your Majesty. As for the Blackthorn … I would not have believed you two years ago.” The Mink ... |
have a plan ready.” The Mink bowed to her and retreated with Adolin and Shallan. As soon as he was gone—the map collapsing as Shallan left—Jasnah changed subtly. Her face became less of a mask. She didn’t walk with a queenly gait as she strode over and settled down at the room’s small table. This was the woman taking o... |
and the surrounding countries secured in the months moving forward.” “What more?” Dalinar asked. “What are you talking about?” Jasnah looked to Wit, who nodded, rising. “I’ll fetch them. Don’t belittle anyone while I’m gone, Brightness. You’ll make me feel obsolete.” He slipped out the door. “He will bring the Heralds,... |
us. History is like that, always gobbling up the present.” She smiled fondly at Dalinar. “I respect and admire your strength, Uncle. I always have. Once in a while though, I do think you need to be reminded that not everyone sees the world the way you do.” “It would be better for us all if they did,” he grumbled. “I wi... |
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