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compensation.” Raboniel hummed to Derision. Venli panicked, and nearly lost her will—but Timbre, always watching, pulsed to Conceit. A rhythm of Odium, but the best counterpart to Resolve. The rhythm Venli needed to continue to express now. She did so, humming it, as she didn’t trust herself to speak. “Very well,” Rabo... |
one interfered directly with Navani. “You did what you had to—and you did well.” I failed, Kaladin said. “No,” Navani said softly, but firmly. “Highmarshal, your job is not to save the tower. Your job is to buy me time enough to reverse what has been done. You didn’t fail. You accomplished something incredible, and bec... |
suggest it. I don’t know if I could leave, considering how things are. “Agreed,” Navani said. “For now, it’s more important that I have you here with me. Keep watch for Lift; the Sibling has lost track of her, but she was awake like you are.” Understood, he said. “Are you otherwise well? Do you have food?” Yeah. I have... |
assault. Navani had him recalculating the math on certain schematics. She leaned down beside the young ardent and pointed at his current project, but whispered something else. “That glove you made,” she said. “The one that you wanted to use as a single-person lift. Where is it?” “Brightness?” he asked, surprised. “In t... |
with the murals. Down to the left, the shield surrounding the crystal pillar glowed a soft blue. “Your scholars,” Raboniel finally noted, “do not seem to be making much progress. They were to deliver up to my people fabrials to test.” “My scholars are frightened and unnerved, Ancient One,” Navani said. “It might take w... |
to distinguish one rhythm from another after hearing a short word or a couple of seconds of humming. “Some Fused do keep the Blades we capture,” Raboniel said. “The ones who enjoy the pain. Now, I fear I must make some changes in how you and your scholars operate. You are distracted, naturally, by preventing them from ... |
Don’t get taken in, Navani. She wants you to think like a scholar, not like a queen. She wants you working for her, not against her. That focus was even more difficult to maintain as Raboniel set something else on the table. A small diamond the size of Navani’s thumb, full of Stormlight. But … was the hue faintly off? ... |
sap extract as a simple emulsifier. She shook the resulting solution and handed it to Raboniel. The Fused took it and held it up, waiting for the oil and water to separate. But of course they didn’t. “Oil and water mix in nature all the time,” Navani said. “Sow’s milk has fat suspended in it, for example.” “I … have ac... |
away … and the Light left me. “All right,” Navani said. “We can talk on that more later. For now, you need to tell me where the other nodes are.” No. Defend them once they are found. “Sibling,” Navani said, “if Kaladin Stormblessed can’t protect a node, no one can. Our goal should be to distract and mislead, to prevent... |
Varnali next. “I think it might be the secret to warform.” “A dangerous form,” Varnali said. “But useful.” “It is not a form of power,” Klade said. “It is within our rights to claim it.” “The humans make overtures,” Gangnah—foremost among them—said to Annoyance, a rhythm used to elicit sympathy for a frustrating situat... |
wasn’t annoyed with her sister, just the general situation. She let herself rove outward to the cracked wall that surrounded the city. She liked this place; it was old, and old things seemed … thoughtful to her. She walked along the base of the once-wall, passing listeners tending chulls, carrying in grain from the fie... |
time to spare, dear,” her mother said, but let herself be led in the direction of their home. She pulled her robe tight. “I can face this. Our ancestors took weakness upon themselves to bring our people into existence. They faced frailty of body and mind. I can face this with grace. I must.” Eshonai settled her at home... |
One can make more, with proper materials and a seed of the original. —From Rhythm of War, page 13 undertext Kaladin thrashed, sweating and trembling, his mind filled with visions of his friends dying. Of Rock frozen in the Peaks, of Lopen slain on a distant battlefield, of Teft dying alone, shriveled to bones, his eyes... |
thought. Tien would know what to say. Storms, he missed his brother. Even after all these years. “I think,” Syl said, “that we spren have a problem. We think we don’t change. You’ll hear us say it sometimes. ‘Men change. Singers change. Spren don’t.’ We think that because pieces of us are eternal, we are as well. But p... |
to restore the dun gemstones I used in that fight with the Pursuer. Thanks for the new ones, by the way, Dabbid. We’ll need to find a way to hide the others outside to recharge though.” Dabbid patted his chest. He’d do it. “You seem to be doing better these days,” Kaladin said, settling down to finish feeding Teft. Dab... |
were cheap enough that even the enlisted men could afford to pay to send messages via one. Navani coached him through replacing the rubies. Fortunately, the case of spanreeds he’d stolen included a few small tools for undoing casings. It wasn’t any more difficult than replacing the buckles on a leather jerkin. Once it ... |
use. First, you have to turn the device on—conjoining the rubies. The switch you can move with your thumb? That’s for this purpose. Once you flip it, your arm will be locked into its current orientation, and won’t be able to move the bracer in any direction except forward. The second step is to start dropping a weight.... |
atrium. He walked the length of the hallway, setting out amethysts to light the way. Then he stood at one end, looking down the line of lights. The fabrial left his fingers free, but that bar in the center of his hand would interfere with fighting. He’d have to one-hand his spear, as if he were fighting with a shield. ... |
the other day. The pain was acute; he gritted his teeth while he waited—and split skin, broken by bones, made him bleed on the device, staining its leather. Syl scowled at the painspren crawling around the floor. “Um, I was wrong. That wasn’t particularly funny.” “Sorry,” Kaladin said, eyes watering from the pain. “Wha... |
it.” “What? You want me to break more fingers?” “No.” She zipped around him as a ribbon of light. “Breaking your hands isn’t very funny. Try a different body part. A funny one.” “I’m going to stop trying to imagine how to manage that,” he said, “and get back to work.” “And how long are we going to be doing this decided... |
door on the far wall of the room, behind Ialai, as a potential exit. Ialai sat back in her chair, letting Veil hold the bow. “I do not intend to be queen,” she eventually said. “That is a lie that some of my more … overeager followers perpetuate.” “Who then do you support for the throne? Surely not the usurper Dalinar,... |
Brightness?” “This was prepared for me, and there are many who would see me dead. Remaining in my proximity can be dangerous.” “Like the attack in the chasm earlier?” “It is not the first such strike,” she said, though Veil knew of no others that Dalinar had ordered. “Strange, how easily my enemies strike at me in quie... |
began to summon her Shardblade again—giving Pattern another hint to indicate her direction. Bring it all the way, Veil thought. Strike. Is this who we want to be with our powers? Radiant thought. If we start down this path, where will it lead us? Could they really serve Dalinar Kholin by acting against his explicit ord... |
watch you. In case you rise high enough, learn enough to threaten them. Have you asked yourself what they want? What they expect to get out of the end of the world?” “Power,” Veil said. “Ah, nebulous ‘power.’ No, it is more specific than that. Most of the Sons of Honor simply wanted their gods back, but Gavilar saw mor... |
to anyone. Gag her if you have to. She has a way of getting inside people’s heads.” “Consider it done,” Ishnah said. “You want to put the illusion on her first?” The contingency plan for extraction was simple: They’d use Lightweaving to make themselves into House Sadeas guards, and Ialai into someone lowborn. They’d ma... |
wrong with this. With Ialai, with me being here, with—” She cut herself off as shouts sounded in the antechamber. Shallan scrambled out, feeling a sense of dread. She found Ialai Sadeas lying on the floor, foam coming from the mouth of her fake face. The soldiers watched with horror. The highprincess stared up with lif... |
fabrial. But the soldiers quickly rushed to surround him, cutting off his retreat. Kaladin’s assumption that he could beat them easily had relied on his Shardspear and his powers. Storms! Kaladin strained to create a Lashing. Stormlight still raged inside him, and kept him from needing to breathe the acrid smoke, but s... |
him away from the fight. Kaladin hadn’t seen Lift sneak into the room—but then again, she often showed up where one did not expect her. “Take him out the hole, Lift,” Kaladin said, stepping toward the last singer. “Are your powers suppressed too?” “Yeah,” she said. “What’d they do to us?” “I’m extremely curious about t... |
was reasonably certain. So what happened? Radiant asked. “She must have taken poison,” said Vathah, leaning down. “Blackbane.” Even after many months as Shallan’s squire and then agent, the former deserter didn’t look like he belonged with Adolin’s soldiers. Vathah was too rough. Not sloppy, but unlike Adolin’s men, he... |
person was separate from the spy Ialai supposedly had among Dalinar’s elite? Storms. It was tying Shallan’s mind in knots. “Look the body over,” Shallan whispered to Ishnah. “See if you can find evidence if this was self-inflicted, or if someone else killed her.” “Yes, Brightness.” Shallan quickly walked back into the ... |
person, she felt overwhelmed by the distance to the enemy—distance she, with the others, would have to cross under a barrage of enemy arrows and spears. It was hard not to feel small, even in her Plate. The horns sounded, ordering the advance, and she noted two Edgedancers keeping close to her—likely at her uncle’s req... |
summoned Ivory as a Blade, the weapon falling into her waiting gauntlets. Ready? she asked. Yes. She charged the last few feet to the pike block and swept with Ivory. Her job was to break their lines; a full Shardbearer could cause entire formations to crumble around her. To their credit, this singer formation did not ... |
her off-balance stumble into a rush, crashing out of the enemy ranks near her soldiers. She hadn’t killed many of the enemy, but she didn’t need to. Their ranks rippled and bowed from her efforts, and her soldiers exploited this. On either side of her, they matched pikes and spears with the enemy—the front row of her s... |
connected. Her punch didn’t even move the creature. Ivory became a short sword in her hand as she slashed at the Fused—but this exposed her to another hit in the helm, which laid her flat. She groaned, putting one hand against the rock. Steady stone, a part of her mind thought. Happy and pleased with its life on the pl... |
stakes she promised them were important. If she rested, more of them died. After what seemed like an eternity, she found herself gasping, wiping blood from her helm to see. The helm opened vents on the side, bringing in cool fresh air, and she stumbled, standing alone on the battlefield. Wondering why she’d started bre... |
focus that you need to adopt to cope with it, to keep moving. Simply doing your job. I don’t have their training, Wit. I kept getting distracted, or frightened, or confused.” He tapped her hand. The closed left gauntlet, where she held the Edgedancer’s topaz. She stared at it, then drew in the Light. That made her feel... |
infantry block has been a stable part of warfare for millennia, Wit. It has adapted with each advance in technology. I don’t see it becoming obsolete any time soon.” “We will see. You think your powers are unfair because you slay dozens, and they cannot resist? What happens when a single individual can kill tens of tho... |
on nearly this scale before I can tell you if we’ve really won or not. But today was a step forward. Do that often enough, and you’ll inevitably cross the finish line.” “Casualties?” “Never take casualty reports on the night of the battle, Brightness,” he said. “Give yourself a little time to enjoy the meal before you ... |
eye on amiable allies. But … Jasnah, I know at least one of them has thrown their lot in with the Ghostbloods.” “Damnation.” “I believe it is time,” Wit said, “that I told you about Thaidakar.” “I know of him,” Jasnah said. “Oh, you think you do,” he said. “But I’ve met him, several times. On other planets, Jasnah. The... |
had collected. It wasn’t Stormlight or Lifelight, but a combination of the two. When she tried the prism experiment with this light, two separate rainbows of colors—distinct from one another—split out of the prism. She couldn’t recombine them. When she tried sending the colors through another prism, she ended up with o... |
thing that destroys light. You spend your time wallowing in the muck of the kitchens and obsessing about whether or not some lighteyes recognizes the correct lines on a map. Storms. That was so painful. She forced herself to linger on his words. You are its opposite. A thing that destroys light … Gavilar had spoken of ... |
them apart—as I’ve only split their radiation, not the pooled Light itself.” “I’ve thought about your mixing of oil and water, and I am intrigued. We need to know. Can Stormlight and Voidlight be mixed? What would happen if they were combined?” “You are quite focused on that idea, Ancient One,” Navani said, thoughtfull... |
them to work,” Raboniel said. “You have them still.” “Fine,” Navani said, “but I have no idea what I’m doing. If I were trying to do this with liquids, I’d use an emulsifier—but what kind of emulsifier does one use on light? It defies reason.” “Try anyway,” Raboniel said. “Do this, and I’ll free your tower. I’ll take m... |
web of interactions, passions, thoughts, fates. The more Dalinar watched the quivering white lines, the more details he could pick out. Some were brighter than others, for example. He reached out and tried to touch one, but his fingers went through it. Spren have these too, the Stormfather said. And the bond that makes... |
approached, he noted how the upper-floor windows were now filled with stark crem bricks, mortared into place. It had felt wrong to give Taravangian a home instead of a cell—but seeing those windows, it also felt wrong to leave him without sunlight. Dalinar nodded to the salutes at the door, then waited for the guards t... |
crackling with true flames, alive and beautiful. An imitation of an imitation. “That’s what we are, Dalinar. A painting made from another painting of something great. Perhaps the ancient Radiants could have won this fight, when Honor lived. They didn’t. They barely survived. Now we face a god. Alone. There is no victor... |
if you failed at those very, very, very long odds, you’d lose everything. Tell me honestly, Dalinar. Would you not consider doing what I did, taking the rational choice of saving the few?” Taravangian’s eyes glistened. “Isn’t that the way of the soldier? Accept your losses, and do what you can?” “So you sold us out? Yo... |
this man one last time. Taravangian was one of the few people who truly understood what it felt like to make the choices that Dalinar had. Dalinar pulled over the stool and settled down. “I would die happily,” Taravangian said, “if I could see that I was wrong. If you won.” “I don’t think you would. I don’t think you c... |
boiling angerspren at his feet. He had no interest in retribution against Kharbranth. They, like the Vedens—like Dalinar himself—had all been pawns in Taravangian’s schemes. “I know it is difficult to accept,” Taravangian said. “But my goal has never been power. It has always only been about saving whomever I could sav... |
I have said my goodbyes and intentionally made myself worthless to Odium and my former compatriots. You will not be able to use my life to bargain with anyone.” “Why tell me this?” Dalinar said. “You would make it worthless to keep you prisoner. Do you want to be executed?” “I simply want to be clear with you,” Taravan... |
those days, Timbre. Life was so simple then.” Timbre pulsed to the Lost. “She didn’t have much sense left when my betrayal came,” Venli explained to the spren’s question. “Part of me thinks that a mercy, as she never knew. About me … Anyway it was the storms that eventually killed her. She was with the group that escap... |
hadn’t again seen the Voidspren she’d spotted near Rlain’s cell, though she’d watched carefully these last few days. She’d eventually put Rlain together with the surgeon and his wife, and delivered all three of them to help care for the fallen Radiants. Shadesmar revealed no Voidspren hiding in cremlings, so she hesita... |
Not the voice of the tower, but the voices of the many different sections of stones around her. The walls, the ceiling, the floor. Radiant, the stones said. We have … missed your touch, Radiant. But what is this? What is that sound, that tone? “Voidlight,” Venli admitted. That sound is familiar, the stones said. A chil... |
placed her hand to the wall again. She felt the stone, willing and pliable, encouraging her and calling her “shaper.” She drew out the Voidlight and it infused her hand, making it glow violet-on-black. When she pressed her thumb into the stone, the rock molded beneath her touch, as if it had become crem clay. Venli pre... |
forms, and that proved a disaster. This time we’ll do things the right way.” Eshonai accompanied her mother into the storm. Together they struck out into the electric darkness, Eshonai carrying a large wooden shield to buffer the wind for her mother, who cradled the bright orange glowing gemstone. Powerful gusts tried ... |
to it—but the icy rainwater had leaked through her oiled coat, sneaking down along her spine. She attuned Resolve, keeping the shield in place. She would protect her mother. Jaxlim often complained that Eshonai was unreliable, prone to fancy, but that wasn’t true. Her exploration was difficult work. It was valuable wor... |
that such a dynamic, muscular figure could ever look silly. She wished there were a rhythm more majestic than Awe. Was that what she looked like too? “Eshonai,” the malen said with his deep voice. “Can you believe this? I feel like I could leap up and touch the clouds!” She didn’t recognize the voice … but that pattern... |
Amusement or Excitement, grinning. Eshonai led the way, ignoring the calls of those leaving the stormshelter. There was a more urgent matter to attend to. As they approached the city, she could see the rival family mustered outside the gateway, lifting spears and making challenges and taunts. They wore white, of course... |
didn’t intend to use the Shards against her people, but perhaps there was a purpose to visiting Sharefel. She wound through the city, passing crem-filled puddles and vines stretching out from rockbuds to lap up the moisture. The Shardbearer’s hut was by the front wall, near the drums. It was one of the strongest struct... |
might withdraw and give up the battle. If not, eventually one side might rush the other. Spren of all varieties had been drawn to the event, and spun or hovered around the perimeters. Eshonai’s family’s archers hung back, their numbers a show of strength, though they wouldn’t use their weapons here. Bows were too deadl... |
said to the others. “Work out some of our aggression.” “That sounds wonderful,” Thude said. “As long as we can do it in front of everyone else,” Melu said to Irritation. “I’d like them to understand how easily I could have cracked their skulls.” She looked to Eshonai. “But … that was well done. I guess I’m glad I didn’... |
in from the hallway outside, then place it on top of her desk. She wasn’t certain if this would save her from a potential explosion, but since the box didn’t have a top, the force of the destruction should go upward—and as long as she stayed low and watched through the window, it should shield her. It was the best she ... |
couldn’t match the pitch well enough, because Raboniel had been able to do it—singing and touching one gemstone, then moving her finger to another while holding the note. The Stormlight had followed her finger just as it did a tuning fork. Today Raboniel was off tending to other tasks, but Navani could use the tuning f... |
Sibling said. You do not trust my word? “Let’s just call it a healthy paranoia on my part,” Navani said. “Tell me again of—” You continue to experiment with fabrials, the Sibling interrupted. We need to talk more about that. I do not like what you’ve been doing. “I haven’t captured any more spren,” Navani whispered. “I... |
seemed to be another Stormlight sphere. But as she held it up and placed it next to a true one, she could see the green tinge to the one Raboniel had sent. Lifelight. She’d promised to get some for Navani. “Did she say how she acquired this?” Navani asked. The guard shook his head. Navani had a guess. The Sibling had l... |
it, exploited it, would be the ones who won the war. I need another plan, she decided. If she did discover how to make Towerlight, and if the shield did fall, Navani needed a way to isolate the crystal pillar for a short time. To defend it, perhaps to work on it. Navani gripped her notebook in her safehand, to appear a... |
methods.” I’ve told you what I know. Stop making me repeat myself. Navani took a deep breath, calming herself with effort. “Fine. Have you been able to eavesdrop on Raboniel at all?” Not much. I can only hear things near a few people that are relevant. I can see the Windrunner. I think the Edgedancer has been surrounde... |
we really afford pickiness right now?” It’s not pickiness. It is the nature of spren and the bond. The person must be willing to swear the correct oaths, to unite instead of divide. They must mean it, and the oaths must be accepted. It is not simply a matter of throwing the first person you find at me. Beyond that, sin... |
of those pumps herself. Had this mechanism been there, unnoticed, all along? This is a good node for your agent to visit, the Sibling said. Because it can be reached from the back ways. Have your Windrunner visit it through the aquifers, and we will see if—by infusing it with Stormlight—he can counteract the corruption... |
Fearspren, like globs of goo, undulating in the corners. “I…” He swallowed, his mouth dry. “I had a nightmare.” “I know.” He carefully relaxed his posture, embarrassed at how he must appear huddled up by the wall. Like a child frightened of the dark. He couldn’t afford to be a child. Too much depended on him. He stood ... |
to go straight down through the atrium. * * * “I need to see the Lady of Wishes immediately!” Navani proclaimed to the guard. “I’ve made a discovery of incalculable value! It cannot wait for—” The guard—a Regal stormform—simply started walking and gestured for her to follow. He didn’t even need the full explanation. “E... |
drew attention. Heavenly Ones dressed in long robes turned from their midair meditations. Shouts rose from Regals or singers along the various levels. He wasn’t certain if Leshwi was among them or not, as he passed too quickly. Using the fabrial, he slowed himself before he hit the ground, then deactivated the device e... |
the other surgeons would hide them. They’d checked a few days back and found his father’s clinic empty. Storms. If he lost his family … “The Pursuer!” Syl said. “He was waiting by the other entrance.” Kaladin reacted just in time, deactivating the fabrial and dropping to the ground, where he tucked and rolled. The rele... |
hand free. He reached for the scalpel he’d affixed in a makeshift sheath at his belt, then brought it up and rammed it into the Pursuer’s wrist, slicing the tendons there. The creature immediately let go, vanishing, leaving a husk behind. Once that dropped off of Kaladin, he immediately went darting up into the sky, pu... |
practical battle—even in the air. This event had caught her unaware. Please, he thought. Accept the fight. That was his best hope. He couldn’t fight them all at once; he could barely face the Pursuer. If he wanted any chance of getting to the node, he’d need to fight a single opponent—one who wasn’t as relentless as th... |
their previous contests. Eyes watering from the pain in his arm, Kaladin dropped to a rooftop and spun to raise his spear toward Leshwi, gripping it firmly in his right hand—a classic formation grip, with the spear up beside his head. Heal! he thought at his arm as Leshwi slowed above, holding her lance in one hand and... |
the maximum from one falling weight. So while he crossed the vast room in seconds, the moment he slowed to prevent himself from hitting the wall, she slammed into him from behind. The force of the hit made him grip the speed-control bar by accident, and he was rammed into the wall by his own fist, Leshwi pressing him f... |
head. He didn’t wait to see if she gave chase. Syl streaked ahead of him, leading him straight across the room toward the blue pool of water at the center. Guards were there, pushing people into buildings, but the way was open. The other Heavenly Ones kept their distance from him, assuming he was still dueling with Les... |
the hulking form of the Pursuer. Smiling. The lid thumped in place right before Kaladin arrived. He burst into the small section of air between the top of the well’s water level and the lid, gasping for breath. But he was trapped. He slammed against the wood, trying to use the power of Navani’s device to lift it—but he... |
grabbed it and disengaged the gauntlet fabrial, but it took him precious seconds to think and search around. The tunnel turned level here. He moved in that direction, engaging the device, letting it pull him. His lungs started to burn. He was still surviving on the breath he’d taken above, and didn’t know how to get mo... |
one angle, then another. Back and forth. Again and again. He knew he was close when he heard rumbling. The highstorm. It was still blowing, so he hadn’t been in that blackness for an eternity. He let it call to him as he continued half-flying, half-trudging upward. Finally he staggered out of a room on the ground floor... |
and you. I enjoy passing over the continent, as it gives me much to see—but it also tires me as it energizes you. Dalinar stepped away from the table and dismissed his attendants and scribes, who had finished briefing him on the latest intelligence regarding Urithiru. He could barely control his mounting concern about ... |
too, so the map would not reveal the location. However, I could show it to you. Perhaps you can see better than I. “Show me?” Dalinar asked, causing Szeth—his omnipresent shadow—to glance at him. “How?” You can ride the storm with me, the Stormfather said. I have given others this privilege on occasion. “Ride the storm... |
all together, tight against storms. He saw curious animals with long tentacles for arms and leathery skin instead of chitin. Malleable, they easily squeezed through holes in the underbrush and found tight pockets in which to hide as the stormwall hit. Strange that everything would be so different when it wasn’t that fa... |
translated as crackling lightning in the nearby air. “How can a being so close to divinity be so utterly lacking in honor?” I am a storm. I cannot— You are not merely a storm! Dalinar bellowed, his voice changing to rumbles of thunder. You are capable of choice! You hide from that, and in so doing, you are a COWARD! Th... |
but he pushed all the way back to Urithiru. The Stormfather grumbled, but Dalinar didn’t sense pain from the spren. Just … surprise. As if the Stormfather were genuinely curious about what Dalinar had managed to do. It was difficult to stay in place, but he hovered outside the first tier, searching for anything alarmin... |
in one of the old visions. Only, Martra hadn’t heard the parts where he’d spoken as the storm. One of the guards coughed, and Dalinar noticed one of the others gawking at him. The youth turned away immediately, blushing. Because I was reading, Dalinar thought, handing back the notebook. He looked at the sky, expecting ... |
bent forward, muttering to himself. The woman leaped to her feet, reaching for the sword she wore at her side. She was of a difficult race to distinguish—maybe Azish, with that dark skin tone. But her eyes were wrong—like a Shin person. These two were beings trapped outside of time. Creatures almost as ancient as Rosha... |
third node. I pried it out of the Sibling, walking directly into the enemy’s plan. “You shouldn’t be too hard on yourself,” Raboniel said. “The Sibling is truly to blame—they always have been so innocent. And unaware of their own naiveness. When I touched the pillar, I knew the Sibling was awake—but pretending to be de... |
relax anyway. The cloudy sky and muggy weather today were reminiscent of the coast of Shinovar, where Szeth’s father had worked as a shepherd in his youth. With this thick grass, Szeth could almost imagine he was home. Near the beautiful white cliffs, listening to lambs bleat as he carried water. He heard his father’s ... |
The child’s laughter grew louder, but Szeth found it painful to hear. He winced as the boy jumped up on a rock, then leaped for his granduncle to catch him. And Szeth … if Szeth moved too quickly, he could catch sight of his own frail soul, attached incorrectly to his body, trailing his motions like a glowing afterimag... |
Szeth was its bonded Radiant. “Long ago, my people rejected my warnings,” Szeth said. “They did not believe me when I said the enemy would soon return. They cast me out, deemed me Truthless.” “I find inconsistencies to the stories you tell of those days, Szeth,” the highspren said. “I fear that your memory, like those ... |
years, Szeth had obeyed the law of the Oathstone. The centuries-old tradition among his people dictated the way to treat someone who was Truthless. An object, no longer a man. Something to own. Taravangian wanted an Oathstone. Why? WHY? As the messenger trotted away, Dalinar asked if Szeth would like to join sword prac... |
him. He entered a dark tunnel sloping downward, cut directly into the rock of the hillside. As he moved away from the inferno behind, Syl giggled. “What?” he asked. “Your backside’s on fire,” she said. Damnation. He batted at the back of his coat. Well, after getting stabbed by Leshwi, this uniform was ruined anyway. H... |
could … Roshone thrashed weakly on the ground before a helpless Kaladin. Then the man who had terrorized Kaladin’s family—the man who had consigned Tien to death—simply … faded away in a pool of his own blood. Kaladin glared up at Moash, who silently returned his knife to its belt sheath. “You came to save him, didn’t ... |
a few months ago. “So I must be the most hilarious storming man on the planet. What are we searching for, Shallan?” “Papers, documents, notebooks,” she said. “Letters. Any kind of writing.” The two continued their inspection. They would find anything obvious, but Ialai had indicated there was something unusual to be di... |
strange little berry.” “Exotic indeed…” Shallan said. “We can’t leave quite yet. Pattern and I have a secret to tease out.” “Mmm…” Pattern said from her skirt. “I wish I had shoes to take off so my brain would work right.” He paused. “Actually, I don’t think I have a brain.” “We’ll be back in a second,” she said, retur... |
crescent shape of Shinovar’s mountains stood out. Shin wine. A map with the Shinovar mountains. “Find every block with this shape on it,” she told Pattern. He did so, every tenth block. She moved along to each one until, on the third try, the stone wiggled. “Here,” she said. “In the corner. I think this is right.” “Mmm... |
set them free!” Kaladin’s hands were sweaty on his weapon, and his mind … his mind wouldn’t think straight. His Stormlight was running low, almost out. Kaladin, Syl said. Let’s leave. “We have to deal with him,” Kaladin whispered. “I have to … have to…” What? Kill Moash while he stood defenseless? This was a man Kaladi... |
that I’m right. I need you to see. As they keep dying, remember. As you fail them, and the pain consumes you, remember there is a way out. Step back up to that cliff and jump into the darkness.” Syl was screaming, but it was only wind. A distant wind … “But I won’t fight you, Kal,” Moash whispered. “There is no fight t... |
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