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in their presence. For her entire life, she’d burned glyphwards speaking of these two, praying to the Almighty for their help. She used them in her vows, thought of them in her daily worship. Jasnah had abandoned her faith, and Dalinar … she wasn’t certain what he believed anymore. It was complicated. But Navani held t... |
know about Dalinar’s powers?” “Yeah,” Ash said. “The Shin,” Navani said, understanding Jasnah’s point. “They hold the Honorblades. Szeth says they trained with them, knew their abilities.…” “Scouts sent to Shinovar vanish,” Dalinar said. “Windrunner flybys prompt storms of arrows. They don’t want anything to do with us... |
sent word a single time via spanreed, soon after their departure, noting that they’d arrived. He worried about Rock, and knew he’d never stop worrying. The details of the trip though … well, those weren’t Kaladin’s problems any longer. They were Sigzil’s. In a perfect world, Teft would have become companylord—but the o... |
the rim of the tower—with its natural light—as she wanted. It often meant crowding large numbers of people into vast rooms that clearly hadn’t been designed as living spaces, since the highprinces wanted to keep their people close.” He ducked under a strange outcropping of stone in the hallway. Urithiru had numerous su... |
mother leaned in to inspect the green vein. “Iron,” she said. “Makes the stone turn that shade.” “Iron?” Syl said. “Iron is grey though, isn’t it?” “Yes,” Lirin said. “It should be copper that makes the rock green, shouldn’t it?” “You’d think that, wouldn’t you?” Hesina said. “I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works. I... |
is the largest, with a private balcony. I thought we’d reserve the ten here in the center and make them a meeting area. The rooms are connected, and some of the other neighborhoods have made their balcony section a large common space.” He continued forward, passing the rooms—which contained stacks of blankets, planks f... |
the connected balcony chambers was a large suite of six rooms, with their own washrooms and a private balcony. It was the mirror of Laral’s at the other end. These two seemed to have been built for officers and their families, so Kaladin had reserved it for a special purpose. Syl led them through a front room, down a h... |
whispered. “I’m not moping,” Lirin said. “To be sad about such a major revolution in healing would be not only callous, but selfish as well. It’s just…” Lirin took a deep breath. “I guess I’ll need to find something else to do.” Storms. Kaladin knew that exact emotion. That loss. That worry. That sudden feeling of beco... |
“The surgery room, the supplies, that talk of the clinic. You’ve realized it. You finally understand that I’ve been right. You’re going to become a surgeon like we always dreamed!” “I…” That was the answer, of course. The one Kaladin had been purposely avoiding. He’d considered the ardents, he’d considered the generals... |
spren made her uncomfortable. Seeing the future? Well, she had already tied her mind in knots thinking about Glys. Instead, she tried to focus on the nature of this fabrial’s spren. You capture spren, the strange person had said to her via spanreed. You imprison them. Hundreds of them. You are a monster. You must stop.... |
slowed, pulling out her notebook, oblivious to how she was standing in the middle of the corridor, forcing people to step around her. Navani smiled fondly, but left Rushu to her task, instead turning right and entering one of the ancient “library” rooms. When first studying the tower, they’d found dozens of gemstones i... |
position holding a rope, like they were about to engage in a tug-of-war—only instead of a rival team on the other end, their rope was attached to a different fabrial box on the floor. “Go ahead, Brightness!” Tomor said. “Point your box to the side, then conjoin the rubies!” Navani strapped the device to her wrist, then... |
the Fourth Bridge could use two different dummy ships to move. One to go up and down, the other to go laterally. The complexities of that excited Navani and her engineers, and had led to the new device she now wore. She could move her arm in any direction she wanted, conjoin the fabrial, then direct force through it in... |
the lookout for ways to keep his wounded officers involved in the important work of the war effort. “I’m told they’re rated for storms, though of course no device can be perfectly protected in a highstorm.” “What’s this?” Falilar asked. “Windmills inside steel casings,” Navani said, “with gemstones on the blades—each o... |
the room was loud and full of chatter. She knew most of the ministers and functionaries by name, and asked after their families. She caught sight of Dalinar chatting amiably with Queen Fen and Kmakl. It was remarkable. In another time, a united coalition of Alethi, Veden, Thaylen, and Azish forces would have been the m... |
sword. Yet at the end of the day, a single man with a sword was no threat to kingdoms. This man had fooled the smartest people in the world. He had conned his way into Dalinar’s inner circle. He had played them for fools, all while seizing the throne of Jah Keved. And everyone had praised him. That was true danger. She... |
Perhaps they meant the ones using aluminum? Soon enough Dalinar finished his proposal, opening the floor to discussion by the other monarchs. As expected, the young Azish Prime Aqasix was the first to respond. Yanagawn was looking more and more like an emperor each day, as the rest of his body was growing into the lank... |
vote favor for lunching break,” Yanagawn said, smiling and deviating from his script. “Usually.” “Well, that’s the truth.” Fen leaned back in her seat. “You surprised me with this one, Dalinar. I knew you were tacking toward some goal, but I thought for sure you would insist on trying to recapture your homeland. This g... |
you know, I haven’t seen him this smitten since our first days courting. But the enemy has both Fused and Skybreakers, and you can’t protect a ship like that without air support. Stormfather help us if enemies in the air catch one of our ocean fleets unprotected.” “We’ve been working on a solution,” Dalinar promised. “... |
one who claims to be a patron of the thoughtful. “This man speaks wisdom,” she said to the others. “We have been presumptuous in regards to the spren.” “Can we send you, Radiant?” Fen asked Sigzil. “You seem to understand their mindset.” Sigzil grimaced. “That might be a bad idea. We Windrunners … we’re acting in defia... |
Radiant Sigzil, would that satisfy the honorspren?” He cocked his head, listening to something none of the rest of them could hear. “She thinks so, sir. It’s a good start, at least. She says to send gifts, and to ask for help. Honorspren have a difficult time turning away people in need. Apologize for the past, promise... |
in the right direction. It was exhausting work, so when she finally trailed into their rooms, she was glad to see that Dalinar had their heating fabrial warming the place with a toasty red light. He had unalon tea for her on the heating plate—very thoughtful, as he never brewed it for himself, finding it too sweet. She... |
that my faith in someone—my stupid naivety—had doomed the lives of thousands of men. I won’t be Taravangian’s pawn.” She reached up and cupped his chin in her hand. “You suffered betrayal by Sadeas because you saw the man as he should have been, if he’d risen above his own pettiness. Don’t lose that faith, Dalinar. It’... |
there ever a question of that?” She pulled back, then lightly ran her finger along his jaw. “A woman needs constant reminders. She needs to know that she has his heart, even when she cannot have his company.” “You have my heart always.” “And tonight specifically?” “And tonight,” he said, “specifically.” He leaned forwa... |
backward toward the ground. Unfortunately, the fog kept Kaladin from going too far or too high, lest he lose sight of his enemies. Be careful, Syl said. We don’t know what kinds of powers this new Fused might— The fog-shrouded figure in the near distance collapsed suddenly, and something shot out of the body—a small li... |
deliberate thought, and noticed—despite spinning in the air, grappled by a terrible enemy—that he regained a single moment of mobility before each new stab. So as the tingling feeling rushed through his body, Kaladin bent forward, then slammed his head back into that of the Fused. A flash of pain and white light disrup... |
and holding it out to the side while he shoved his right forearm into Kaladin’s throat. That forced his head up, making it difficult to see the Fused, let alone get leverage against him. He didn’t need leverage, however. Grappling with a Windrunner was a dangerous prospect, for whatever Kaladin could touch, he could La... |
again briefly gave up the chase. He can teleport only three times before he needs to rest, Kaladin guessed. He attacked in a burst of three each time. So after that, his powers need to regenerate? Or … no, he probably needs to go somewhere and fetch more Voidlight. Indeed, a few minutes later, the red-violet light retu... |
dummy.” He climbed to his feet. “I’ll be fine once I get moving.” “You—” “We are not going to argue about this again. I’m fine.” Indeed, he felt better when he got up and drew in a little more Stormlight. So what if the sleepless nights had returned? He’d survived on less sleep before. The slave Kaladin had been would ... |
to police for you. She passed more than a few luckmerches, selling glyphwards or other charms against the dangerous times. Stormwardens trying to sell lists of coming storms and their dates. She ignored these and moved on to a specific shop, one that carried sturdy boots and hiking shoes. That was what sold well in the... |
details before the end of the day. Deal?” “Deal.” Chanasha wasn’t the smiling type, so Veil didn’t favor this merchant with one. She tucked her reed into her sleeve and gave him a curt nod before continuing through the market. You don’t think it was too blatant? Veil asked. That last part about Dalinar not being king f... |
fiefdom here, making a profit off the caravans and keeping to herself. Oh no. She had to plan storming treason. And so Veil tried to do ledgers and pretend she liked it. She took another long drink. A short time later her brain started to feel fuzzy, and she almost drew in Stormlight to burn off the effect—but stopped.... |
to a line, and the warform singers who had come with the Fused waited near Kaladin’s father and the new citylady, their weapons sheathed. Everyone seemed to understand that their next steps would depend greatly upon the results of Kaladin’s duel. He strode up and seized the air in front of him, the Sylspear forming as ... |
prancing around as a cremling. “She knows how to treat me. With the dignity and respect I deserve.” “Has he been disrespecting you again, Syl?” “It’s been at least a day since he mentioned how great I am.” “It’s demonstrably unfair that I have to deal with both of you at once,” Kaladin said. “Did that Herdazian general... |
for so long.” The Mink didn’t move. He remained seated, his head bowed. Finally, one of his men moved over and shook the man’s shoulder. The cloak shifted and the body fell limp, exposing rolls of tarps assembled to appear like the figure of a person wearing the cloak. A dummy? What in the Stormfather’s unknown name? T... |
Lirin put his spectacles back on, and both men knew what he was thinking. Lirin had warned that if Kaladin kept visiting, he would bring death to Hearthstone. Today it had come to the singer who had attacked him. Lirin had covered the corpse with a shroud. “I’m a soldier, Father,” Kaladin said. “I fight for these peopl... |
in a neat pile on the counter: an offering for Syl. That was silly, since Syl didn’t eat. She turned into a tuber anyway and rolled around on the counter to say thanks. That music though. The storm. She could hardly contain herself. It was coming! She rolled off the counter and zipped over to examine Cord’s Shardplate ... |
flown up seventeen stories. Silly spren. Don’t let the child be in charge. She darted down and found Kaladin’s window, then squeezed through the shutters, which had just enough space between them for her to enter. In the dark room beyond, he slept. She didn’t need to come look to know that. She’d have felt if he’d woke... |
could create. Time was a funny thing. It was always flowing along in the background like a river, but bring too much power to bear, and it warped. It slowed; it wanted to pause and take a look. Anytime too much power—too much Investiture, too much self—congregated, realms became porous and time behaved oddly. He didn’t... |
passing, though she couldn’t leave with it. She needed to stay within a few miles of Kaladin, or her Connection to the Physical Realm would start to fade and her mind would weaken. She enjoyed this time, an hour passing in moments. When the riddens finally approached, she stopped in eager anticipation, overjoyed. Up he... |
make me feel what he’s going through?” “I have no idea how to accomplish something like that,” Dalinar said. “He and I have a bond,” she said. “You should be able to use your powers to enhance that bond, strengthen it.” Dalinar clasped his hands on the stonework before him. He didn’t object to her request—he wasn’t the... |
them, and for once didn’t particularly feel like giving chase. “I think you have helped.” Sja-anat had been named Taker of Secrets long ago by a scholar no one remembered. She liked the name. It implied action. She didn’t simply hear secrets; she took them. She made them hers. And she kept them. From the other Unmade. ... |
Her children darted away to do her bidding, then one of her greater children manifested. A glowing and shimmering light, constantly changing. One of her most precious creations. I will go, Mother, he said. To the tower, to this man Mraize, as you have promised. Odium will see you, she replied. Odium will try to unmake ... |
in so doing, he would lose a useful tool. Hence the game. Where have you sent them? he asked. “To the tower, Lord. To watch the humans, as we’ve discussed. We must prepare for the Bondsmith’s next move.” I will prepare, he said. You focus too much on the tower. “I am eager for the invasion,” she said. “I will very much... |
He’d had a fire built in his hearth, here in his rooms at Urithiru. A real hearth, with real wood, dancing with flamespren. His pyre. His friends gathered for the farewell. Recently they’d been spending more and more time away at Kharbranth, in order to make their eventual departure less suspicious. He’d made it seem a... |
he’d taken. “Tell them … there is nothing more pitiful than a tool that has outlived its usefulness. We will not simply invent something new for our organization to do. We must allow that which has served its purpose to die.” “That is all fine,” Mrall said, stepping forward, folding his arms and acting as if he hadn’t ... |
salvation of our people is as much your victory as mine.” He bowed and kissed her hand. Finally he turned to Dukar, the stormwarden who administered Taravangian’s intelligence tests each morning. His robe was as extravagant—and silly—as always. But the man’s loyalty remained solid as he held up his pack of tests. “I sh... |
thought. I can feel it. We need to find out what that secret is, then use it. We can’t do that from here. A valid enough point. Radiant clasped her hands behind her back and continued her walk along the edge of the vast reservoir as her Lightweavers trained nearby. She had chosen to wear her vakama, the traditional Ved... |
fought. Diversions, to put their opponent off guard. Curiously, when wearing new faces, both women attacked more recklessly. Many Lightweavers, when offered a part to play, threw themselves into it wholeheartedly. It didn’t seem they had the same mental crisis as Shallan, fortunately. They just liked acting, and someti... |
names for the humans to use. “I don’t understand why,” he said. “Our names are already all different. I am Pattern. She is Pattern. Gaz has Pattern.” “Those … are the same words, Pattern.” “But they’re not,” he said. “Mmm. I could write the numbers for you.” “Humans can’t speak equations as intonations,” Radiant said. ... |
strolled through the room—her hair bleeding to red—she found herself planning. How did she identify which agents were most likely to be a spy? She started by walking over to where Ishnah was sparring. The short woman’s straight black hair framed a face accented by bright red lip paint, and she wore an Alethi havah with... |
Lightweavers along with me.” “Can I have one of the slots?” Ishnah said. “I want to see more of the spren world.” Mraize’s spy would volunteer for the mission, Veil noted. “I will consider it,” Radiant said. “If you were going to take two others, who would they be?” “Not sure,” Ishnah said. “The more experienced would ... |
practiced Lightweaver for the resource they offer, one newer agent to learn from the experience.” “Great,” Ishnah said. “That puts Red in charge during our absence, I suppose? And I assume you could come up with some Lightweaving exercises everyone else can perform while we’re gone.” “Perfect,” Veil said. Ishnah grinne... |
Once on your mission and in a secluded place, hold the cube and call my name. I will speak to you through it. Good hunting, little knife.’” Curious. She immediately glimpsed into Shadesmar, and found a sphere of light on the other side, glowing with a strange mother-of-pearl coloring. There was power inside the cube, b... |
around the base of the crown. Clothing notwithstanding, she wasn’t Veil today—not with the red hair. Plus, he could usually tell by the way she looked at him. It had been three days since she’d chosen her members for the team, but it was only today that they were finally ready to leave. Shallan leaned against the door,... |
other direction and climbed the steps toward the sixth floor. * * * Adolin was surprised to find a line at the clinic. The sixth floor wasn’t particularly well populated, but news had apparently spread. None of the waiting patients seemed too unfortunate—children cradling scrapes, with hovering parents nearby. A line o... |
for once.” “There aren’t many serious cases,” Kaladin said, his back to them. “It can be grueling with so many people in line, but … it isn’t as tense as I worried it would be.” “It’s working,” Syl continued, landing on Adolin’s shoulder. “His parents are always around, so he’s almost never alone. He still has nightmar... |
about hurting others. It’s about being your best.” “I … don’t know if I can ever think like you do,” Kaladin said. He wrapped his fist around the metal disc. “But thank you. I’ll keep the offer in mind.” Adolin clapped him on the shoulder, then glanced toward Syl. “I need to be off into Shadesmar. Any last tips for me?... |
pack over her shoulder, but … she wasn’t going on the trip, was she? “Beryl?” Adolin called to her as she passed. “Wasn’t Stargyle chosen to make this journey?” “Oh, Brightlord!” the darkeyed woman said. “Stargyle’s wife has come down with a sickness. He wants to stay with her, so we decided I should go instead.” Huh. ... |
He knelt to undo the latches and peeked inside. “Storms,” a voice said. “Pardon, Brightlord, but how many swords do you need?” Adolin grinned up at Godeke the Edgedancer, who was leading his horse nearby. The slender man wore his hair cropped short, though he wasn’t technically an ardent any longer, and so didn’t need ... |
to use Shardblades, I mean.” Adolin hadn’t spoken to the woman much; he hadn’t realized how good her Alethi was. Apparently her people had turned her out when her powers had first manifested several years ago—they hadn’t realized she was a Radiant, and had thought her cursed by some strange god whose name Adolin hadn’t... |
from the early days. He was steady and reliable, and had training as a scout. Merit was a groom, and Urad was an excellent hunter, should they need to forage. Adolin wasn’t certain how useful that would be in Shadesmar, but best to be prepared. Felt’s wife, Malli, worked in the quartermaster’s office, and was along to ... |
it was hearty and healthy. Do they know? Adolin wondered. How much Jasnah sees them as tools? For centuries the Alethi Soulcasting devices—limited though they were—had given his kingdom an unparalleled edge in battle. Now, Lightweavers were Soulcasting and didn’t seem to suffer the same ill effects as users of the devi... |
to Adolin. The Dustbringers didn’t serve Dalinar, at least not loyally enough for his taste. At the end of the speeches, the members of the expedition began squeezing into the small control building, leading the horses in as well. There might be some way to bring everyone on the platform into Shadesmar, but so far they... |
him. In fact, there are a lot of people this world could do without. Let’s start removing them quietly.…” Maybe I murdered Sadeas, Adolin thought. But at least I never killed anyone innocent. At least I didn’t burn my own wife to death. There it was. The seething knot deep inside him, the one Adolin didn’t dare touch l... |
father—against his best efforts—has proven worthy. I’m sure you will prove yourself too.” As if I didn’t have enough burdens. Complaints died on Adolin’s lips—complaints that there were likely thousands of worthy people in the world and not all of them would be chosen. Complaints that he was fine with his life and didn... |
listened to the Stormfather’s request. They said that in the absence of other Bondsmiths, Dalinar and the Stormfather were worthy of obedience—even in contradiction of ancient orders. That was fortunate, for while Shallan could slip into Shadesmar using her powers, she couldn’t take anyone with her—and she couldn’t ret... |
who lived high in the mountains. Adolin wasn’t certain how all that worked. Did spren get cold? Godeke was an Edgedancer, so his spren was a cultivationspren, a type Adolin had seen many times before: shaped roughly like a short woman, she was composed entirely of vines. Those vines wound tightly together into a face t... |
she could determine no use. Adolin moved down the ramp and lightly took her hand, then put it into his. The coiled cords of her skin had a firm, smooth texture. Like a good hogshide hilt. “Come on,” he said. “Let me introduce the others.” He tugged on her hand and she followed, standing up and wordlessly joining him on... |
other side were his armorers collecting the Plate, which would have dropped to the platform on the other side. “Ah well,” he said, unhooking the now-empty armor trunks. “Let’s get these off you.” Gallant blew out in a way that Adolin chose to interpret as sympathetic. Adolin redistributed the weight, then checked the w... |
hear someone speak, I am very good at talking. I can say words about many kinds of things.” “Um, thanks?” Adolin said. “You are welcome. Should we not walk? On our feet? The ones I now have again? I do like my feet. They are befittingly perambulatory.” He held up his leg, and showed bare feet beneath his robe. Curious.... |
Adolin said. “Emotion spren are like this world’s animals. They get pulled through to our side when they sense some kind of strong emotion, and we see them in distorted ways.” “Amazing,” Godeke said. “Thank you for bringing me on this trip, Brightlord. Archinal has told me of this place at length, but I never thought I... |
Adolin wasn’t certain it all made sense as Godeke explained, but at the same time it was nice to hear someone being so positive. He left Godeke to his excitement, and went to chat with Arshqqam, translated by her spren. She felt much as he had on his first time in Shadesmar. Overwhelmed. “I used to think my life made s... |
in. They aren’t like honorspren used to be. They’re afraid and they’re angry. I’m glad you want to try, but … be prepared for disappointment. And don’t let them try to blame you for what Radiants did before.” Ua’pam spotted the ship first. He waved to Adolin, then pointed over the side of the railing toward the rolling... |
directly south until they hit land. From there, they could caravan southwest—along the Tukari coastline in the real world—until they reached Lasting Integrity. Adolin walked Gallant aboard, then set to unhooking the animal’s burdens. It wasn’t long before everyone was settled and looking happy to be done with the hike.... |
noticed Maya standing nearby. He’d settled her near the others earlier, but she’d apparently decided not to stay there. Adolin continued brushing. She watched for a time. Then she tentatively held out her palm. Adolin handed her the brush and she stared at it. She seemed so baffled that he figured he must have misunder... |
or thirteen. “One at a time. Until I get my spren.” “Oh? Your spren?” “I’m gonna be a Windrunner,” the boy said. “Then I’ll float down steps.” “That’s what it means to be a Radiant, is it?” Kaladin asked, standing. “Floating.” “That, and you can stick your friends to the walls if they argue with you,” he said. “A Windr... |
So while Kaladin felt he should know all of his patients, many were strangers. It was good to see Mil again. He’d always been less mean to Kaladin’s family than some others. The old man was complaining of persistent headaches. And indeed, the same painspren from earlier in the day wiggled back up from the floor. After ... |
for you, as a surgeon. I think I might be able to become surgery tools too. I mean, not a scalpel since, you know, I don’t actually cut flesh. But your father was using a little hammer the other day…” “For testing reflexes,” Kaladin said. “It’s best with a cloth wrap on the front, or rubber. Can you become things other... |
were going with Dalinar. Maybe Rlain would stay behind, and work on the fields? Though he often chose to go with the Windrunner support staff, to help out there, with Dabbid and a few squire hopefuls. Watching them all fly off, it was impossible not to feel so very alone. Remember the peace you have felt this last week... |
it would be a good idea for me to step down.” “You … Teft, you’re doing better. You have no reason to step down from duty.” Teft shrugged. “Felt like it was time. Got a bit of a cough too. And an ache in my knee, even when there aren’t storms. War’s for young kids, not old dried-up pieces of bark.” Hesina cocked her he... |
of basic field medicine. He could do worse than Teft as an aide. It didn’t seem like he had a choice either way. That should have frustrated him. Instead he found himself feeling warm. They weren’t all gone. “Thank you, Teft,” he whispered. “You shouldn’t have given up so much. But … thank you.” Teft nodded. “There is ... |
he must be someone from one of those far-off worlds. There was a final clue in the book, one that Radiant found most curious. Ialai had discovered that the Ghostbloods were obsessed with a specific spren named Ba-Ado-Mishram. That was a name from myth, one of the Unmade. It had been this spren who had taken over for Od... |
of us, making us erratic. “I used to think you kept secrets from Adolin because you were like me and enjoyed the thrill of being part of the Ghostbloods,” Veil said. “I was wrong. There’s something more, isn’t there? Why do you keep lying? What is going on?” I … Shallan said. I … The dark thing stirred inside her. Form... |
better. More whole. More herself than she’d been in months. “Thanks,” she said, handing him the sketchbook and taking the food. She leaned against him as she began to eat, watching Arshqqam and her mistspren pass—Shallan needed to do a sketch of that strange spren at some point. “Have you made any progress on that book... |
if it had been real … I had this overinflated idea of how great a thief I could be. It’s funny to remember I had those same silly inclinations before Veil.” “Shallan,” he said. “You don’t need to feel insecure any longer. The mission in the warcamps? You executed that perfectly.” “Until someone else executed Ialai. Per... |
piece of Shallan felt like she should be doing something more important, but Veil whispered a promise. They’d worry about the spy on the next day. Work on something else for a while. Then approach the problem fresh. You told Adolin about robbing Jasnah, Radiant said. Well done. It wasn’t so bad, was it? No. It hadn’t b... |
to hold them as she walked to the next row and began gathering those. Kaladin followed, balancing the stack of pillows. He and Teft were still trying to track down the refugee woman’s missing uncle. His name was Noril, and Kaladin’s father remembered the man. Not surprising, considering Lirin’s near-superhuman ability ... |
to watch for it, fortunately, so we saved him. Then we sent him on to the Devotary of Mercy. They care for those who … have trouble with their minds.” “You knew he might be a danger to himself,” Teft said, walking up, “and you didn’t send him there immediately?” “We … no,” she said. “We didn’t.” “Irresponsible,” Teft s... |
to pick out his eye color. Then he bowed again. “Brightlord.” Teft grumbled at that. These days, after being Radiant for as long as they had, their eyes rarely faded anymore. And there was no stopping him from complaining about being a lighteyes. Unlike Kaladin, who had gotten over it ages ago. “If you have come to com... |
lower pockets, as if searching for his spectacles. “He told us he has no living relatives though. Maybe it’s a different person. Ah, and he’s on watch for suicide, Brightlords. One unsuccessful attempt. A profoundly disturbed man.” “Show us to him,” Kaladin said. The ardent finally found his spectacles, but just starte... |
a hundred swords, and we’d just complain that our outfits got ruined. Open the storming door.” “Oh. Um, all right.” He fished in his pocket, came out with his spectacles, then fished in the other one until he found a ring of keys. He held the keys close to his nose one by one to see the glyphs on them, then finally unl... |
the tower. Teft joined him, and the ardent—Kaladin hadn’t asked his name—trailed along behind. He didn’t go running for help, fortunately, but he clearly wasn’t willing to let them just leave with a patient either. Noril walked quietly, and Kaladin let him adjust to the idea of being out of his cell. “Kelek’s breath,” ... |
yourself, not on most days. But you figure it sure would be convenient if you weren’t around anymore.” “Better for everyone to not have to deal with me,” Noril said. Syl landed again on Kaladin’s shoulder and leaned forward, watching Noril with an intense expression. “It wouldn’t be, you know,” Kaladin said. “Better fo... |
repositioned so that his feet are up, his head down. But someone who has a wound to the back or neck should never be moved, not until we determine the extent of the damage. Different ailments, different wounds, can require severely different treatments. Tell me, what treatments do you give a person with melancholia?” “... |
buzzed and bounced up and down, watching as she tried to sketch Ua’pam standing on the high deck of the barge. She’d grown accustomed to Pattern’s presence. She was fond of it, in fact—she enjoyed the way he’d hum when he heard something he knew was untrue, or the way he’d pipe up with questions about the most mundane ... |
and constant yelling. When she took over, she brought with her a stability. She couldn’t draw, so she tucked away the pad. She excused herself from the Cryptics and made her way to the stern of the barge, where she watched the rolling beads until Shallan recovered and emerged. “Thank you,” she said as Radiant withdrew.... |
discomforting question. They weren’t always aware of what one of them did when another was in control. Often these days they worked together, giving up control by conscious choice, helping one another. But there were worse days. Shallan couldn’t remember all the things Veil had done during that day she’d seized control... |
You are math.” “If so, I’m the type with a misplaced number hidden so deep in the equation, I can never find it—but always calculate out wrong.” She left Pattern then, strolling across the deck of the barge, passing several peakspren with molten light shining out through the cracks in their skin. High overhead, clouds ... |
a diamond chip—shining with Stormlight—in his other hand. He drew in the Light much as a Radiant would, breathing it into his lungs. She’d heard that this would invigorate spren, making them feel alert and awake—they could feed on Light, even if they didn’t need it to survive. Today, Ua’pam immediately used this Storml... |
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