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be nearly so much metal out there, making it difficult for her to flee—but also removing some of his advantage. He couldn’t let that happen. As they chased past a late train, Wax redoubled his efforts. He anticipated her turn as she cut away from the train toward an industrial quarter, and he cut sideways, earning a fe... |
has been run by an insane kandra for who knows how long”? She’d make a report soon, once she knew how to explain it, but for now she didn’t have time. She needed to save the city. She still felt a stab of guilt as she stood near the flimsy stage at the front of the steps, where she watched Captain Aradel pass her. The ... |
hissed out softly. “Damn it, you’re right. I usually hate you, but all I feel is a mild dislike. Someone’s playing with my emotions.” He hesitated. “No offense.” “Can’t feel offense,” Marasi said. “I’m having trouble feeling any strong emotion or urgency. But Reddi, we have to stop them.” “I’ll get a squad,” he said. “... |
the beginning part of the speech, in order to not sound too different from Innate, but the speech would take a turn very soon. Reddi pulled off his constable’s helmet—Marasi’s own pressed against her hair, an uncomfortable weight—then nodded to the rest of them in the darkness. With his aluminum-lined helmet off, he co... |
mere inches from him. “Stop walking? Stop talking? Stop loving you? My life would have been a lot easier if I’d been able to do that.” Wax seized her with his open hand, grabbing her by the neck, thumb along her jaw. She met his eyes, and he saw pity in them. “Perhaps,” she said, “the reason I didn’t come to you had no... |
Coinshots or Pewterarms. Her men were still outnumbered, and for all their determination they weren’t making much headway. Outside the alleyway, the crowd was growing restless. The kandra’s speech turned toward the words Marasi had written for her, words promising social reform, legislation to cut down work hours and i... |
then they knocked on the door of the carriage and spoke through the window. Marasi waited, sweating, her nerves taut. Her men didn’t have much time.… The two guards ran down the alleyway, leaving the carriage and carrying orders to the other combatants to be wary of Metalborn. Marasi got to her feet and slipped around ... |
her again. 26 Marasi towed the female Soother after her, holding the woman’s collar with one hand, her gun in the other. They were accompanied by a battered Reddi, who regarded the surging crowd with displeasure. They’d left the other captives with the rest of the constables, and she prayed to Harmony that wasn’t tempt... |
through the crowd—a sudden hush. It didn’t quiet them completely, but when Aradel spoke, his voice carried. “Replar Innate,” Aradel said. “In the name of the people of this city, and by the authority of my station as lord high constable, I arrest you for gross corruption, personal exploitation of this city’s resources,... |
another weapon. He found tears streaming from her eyes, mixing with the trickling blood from the bullet wound. “He’s in my head again, Wax,” she whispered, trembling. “Oh, Ruin, he’s in my head. He’s taking me. I won’t go back to him.” “Hush,” Wax said, pulling a second gun from her side and tossing it away. “It’s all ... |
the Ascendant Warrior, approached with a reverent step, wolfhound’s head bowed. Wax stared out into those shifting mists, holding a corpse, hoping irrationally that his heat would keep it warm. “Tell me,” Wax said, voice cracking and rough from his shouting. “Tell me, kandra.” “She was sent to you long ago,” TenSoon sa... |
Wax’s feet. “Wanna hear how I’m a rusting genius?” “Shoot,” Wax whispered. Wayne leaned forward, spread his hands before himself dramatically. “I’m gonna get everybody drunk.” The crowd continued its chatter. Mostly constables. Some political allies of Wax’s. He’d chosen to do business with the more reputable people in... |
one. For all Wax cared, this comfortable chair could have been a hard bench. He didn’t feel it, or the warmth of the fire, or the joy of the victory. How could you hear a bee buzzing in the middle of a thunderstorm? The guests eventually found excuses to leave, their sedate revels accomplished. Some bade farewell to hi... |
to believe,” Marasi noted, “that there’s nothing better for the governor to do on his first day in office than equipment-depreciation reports. Not that I mind. You’ve been ignoring those for … how long?” Aradel’s expression soured. “I’m not governor,” he said. “Not really.” “The title ‘Interim Governor’ has the word ‘G... |
Marasi folded her arms, grinding her teeth. Aradel glanced at her, questioning. “Without her, they’ll wiggle out of it,” Marasi said. “We won’t be able to keep them in jail. They’ll be loose upon the city again.” She sighed. “But … Blast. She’s probably right, sir. I’d have hit on it if I’d thought about it long enough... |
all into pieces on a board for His amusement?” Marasi stepped back. She’d never heard such a tone from MeLaan. “Or maybe you want it the other way?” MeLaan snapped. “Leave us alone completely? Not intervene at all?” “No, I—” “Can you imagine what it must be like? Knowing that any action you take is going to help some, ... |
Mistborn who burns aluminum instantly metabolizes all of his or her metals without giving any other effect, wiping all Allomantic reserves. Mistings who can burn Aluminum are called Aluminum Gnats due to the ineffectiveness of this ability by itself. Trueself Ferrings can store their spiritual sense of identity in an a... |
time. DURALUMIN: A Mistborn who burns duralumin instantly burns away any other metals being burned at the time, releasing an enormous burst of those metals’ power. Mistings who can burn Duralumin are called Duralumin Gnats due to the ineffectiveness of this ability by itself. Connecter Ferrings can store spiritual conn... |
directed across a general area, and the Rioter can focus on specific emotions. Sparker Ferrings can store mental speed in a zinc metalmind, dulling their ability to think and reason while actively storing, and can tap it at a later time to think and reason more quickly. ON THE THREE METALLIC ARTS On Scadrial, there are... |
their world’s rebirth, and the only known practitioners of it now are the kandra, who (for the most part) serve Harmony. Hemalurgy is an end-negative art. Some power is lost in the practice of it. Though many through history have maligned it as an “evil” art, none of the Investitures are actually evil. At its core, Hem... |
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that, indeed, there should be another series of abilities that is even more esoteric than the Voidbindings. Perhaps the Old Magic fits into those, though I am beginning to suspect that it is something entirely different. Note that I currently believe the concept of the “Body Focus” to be more a matter of philosophical ... |
fabrial that influences how far apart the two halves can go and still produce an effect. Reversers: Using an amethyst instead of a ruby also creates conjoined halves of a gemstone, but these two work in creating opposite reactions. Raise one, and the other will be pressed downward, for instance. These fabrials have onl... |
powerful bond, nearly impossible to break. In fact, most materials would themselves break before the bond holding them together would. REVERSE LASHING: GIVING AN OBJECT A GRAVITATIONAL PULL I believe this may actually be a specialized version of the Basic Lashing. This type of Lashing required the least amount of Storm... |
An emerald can be used to create food—and thus is traditionally associated with a similar Essence. Indeed, on Roshar there are considered to be ten elements; not the traditional four or sixteen, depending upon local tradition. Curiously, these gemstones seem tied to the original abilities of the Soulcasters who were an... |
in the air, like heat rising from distant stone. A shimmer the size of a building. “Stormfather,” he said. “Can you take me down below, into the rubble?” You are not supposed to go there. That is not part of the vision. “Ignore what I’m supposed to do, for the moment,” Dalinar said. “Can you do it? Can you transport me... |
flesh of its prey. The windblades had been smashed, and from up close he could see claw marks on one of those as well. “I’ve seen creatures that could do this,” he said, kneeling beside one of the stones, feeling the rough gash in the granite surface. “In my visions, I witnessed a stone monster that ripped itself free ... |
even the storms. This was the enemy’s champion. And he was coming. UNITE THEM. QUICKLY. Dalinar gasped as the vision shattered. He found himself sitting beside Navani in a quiet stone room in the tower city of Urithiru. Dalinar didn’t need to be bound for visions any longer; he had enough control over them that he had ... |
to it, like the aroma of newly cut wood. “We can do this,” he told her. “My tenacity. Your brilliance. Together, we will convince the other kingdoms to join with us. They’ll see when the storm returns that our warnings were right, and they’ll unite against the enemy. We can use the Oathgates to move troops and to suppo... |
smiled. He could almost hear Hav’s voice barking commands from the back of the line, where he helped stragglers. Hav had always said that once men could march together, learning to fight was easy. “Smiling?” Syl said. She’d taken the shape of a large raindrop streaking through the air beside him, falling the wrong way.... |
villages, asking after the local parshmen, then warning people that the terrible storm would return. So far, he hadn’t found a single town or village that had been attacked. Kaladin reached the next hilltop and pulled to a stop. A weathered stone post marked a crossroads. During his youth, he’d never gotten this far fr... |
of a Shardblade: a sleek, beautiful sword with the symbol of the Windrunners prominent on the center, with lines sweeping off it toward the hilt—grooves in the metal that looked like flowing tresses of hair. Though Kaladin preferred a spear, the Blade was a symbol. Kaladin hit the ground in the center of the village, n... |
wish to rest now, and take a meal? Or would you rather visit the location of the attack immediately?” “Attack?” Kaladin said, feeling a spike of alarm. “Yes, Brightlord,” the portly lighteyes said. “Isn’t that why you’re here? To see where the rogue parshmen assaulted us?” Finally! “Take me there. Now.” * * * They’d at... |
wished; instead, they’d made a surgical raid. “The red lights,” Kaladin said. “Describe them again.” The ardent started; she’d been looking at him. “Um, all five witnesses mentioned the lights, Brightlord. There were several small glowing red lights in the darkness.” “Their eyes.” “Maybe?” the ardent said. “If those we... |
he added under his breath, “And stop spying on people when they’re being intimate. It’s creepy.” The way she spoke, she expected to be there when Kaladin … Well, he’d never considered that before, though she went with him everywhere else. Could he convince her to wait outside? She’d still listen, if not sneak in to wat... |
justice. You couldn’t earn a Ryshadium simply by defeating someone in combat. They chose their riders. But, Adolin thought as Gallant nuzzled his hand, I suppose that was how it used to be with Blades too. They were spren who chose their bearers. “Hey,” Adolin said, scratching the Ryshadium’s snout with his left hand. ... |
galloped past, but he did regard the stallion with wariness. “Hey,” Adolin said from the side. “Hey. Bashin said you were down here.” “Just checking on Gallant,” Adolin said. “Because Father’s been so busy lately.” Renarin approached. “You could ask Shallan to draw Sureblood,” Renarin said. “I bet, um, she’d be able to... |
frightens me, Adolin.” He held up his hand, and it started to glow, wisps of Stormlight trailing off it, like smoke from a fire. “What if I hurt someone, or ruin things?” “You’re not going to,” Adolin said. “Renarin, that’s the power of the Almighty himself.” Renarin only stared at that glowing hand, and didn’t seem co... |
of the new Veden highprinces eventually led Navani off to inspect some paintings. Dalinar was instead led to a small garden square, where some Veden lighteyes were chatting and drinking wine. A low wall on the eastern side here allowed for the growth of all kinds of rare plants in a jumble, which was the current hortic... |
so much more likely to fall? His guards at the base of the stone hill parted to let Taravangian—in his characteristic orange robes—shuffle through. The old man carried an enormous diamond-shaped kite shield, large enough to cover his entire left side. He climbed up to the gazebo, then sat down on one of the benches, pa... |
traced directly back to what he did. Morality and law are built upon the bodies of the slain.” “I can’t do anything about that.” “No, no. Of course you can’t.” Taravangian tapped the half-shard shield. “Do you know how we capture spren for fabrials, Dalinar? From spanreeds to heatrials, it’s all the same. You lure the ... |
it like?” Dalinar asked softly. “The civil war, the battle here, at Vedenar?” “It was a nightmare, sir.” “Geved,” the younger man said. “Let’s go. They have food—” “Didn’t you hear him?” Geved said, pulling his remaining arm out of the boy’s grip. “He asked. Everyone dances around me, ignoring it. Storms, sir. The civi... |
could shed more blood. Third, the broken man. The one who paid for the actions of the youth. Then finally, the fourth man: most false of them all. The man who had given up his memories so he could pretend to be something better. Dalinar stopped, resting one hand on the stones. His guards assembled behind him. A Veden s... |
Dalinar asked, puffing from his near run. Navani gestured toward the scribes. For the first time, Dalinar noticed that several among them wore the short beards of ardents. But those blue robes? What were those? Curates, he thought, from the Holy Enclave in Valath. Technically, Dalinar himself was a head of the Vorin re... |
replace it. Even this far away. Storms! Dalinar couldn’t escape it. You can’t escape yourself, Dalinar, Evi’s voice said in his mind. This is who you are. Accept it. He couldn’t run. Storms … he couldn’t run. Blood of my fathers. Please. Please, help me. But … to whom was he praying? He staggered down from the platform... |
Adolin had seen done for some statues. Even the spren’s hair appeared sculpted in place. Ico could almost have been a Soulcast king from an age long past. “You were a ruler among your kind, weren’t you?” Ico asked. “Why did you leave? The humans we get here are refugees, merchants, or explorers. Not kings.” King. Was A... |
his chin, which had begun to sprout a blond beard. “It doesn’t work that way—I can’t magic more cloth out of nothing. It…” He trailed off as, overhead, the clouds suddenly rippled, glowing with a strange mother-of-pearl iridescence. Another highstorm, their second since arriving in Shadesmar. The group stopped and star... |
more capable—try carrying it.” Such a foreign idea. Sometimes you took up a duty that wasn’t yours, but abandoning one? Just … giving it to someone else? He found himself musing on that. He nodded his thanks to Azure as she excused herself to get something to drink. He was still standing there when Shallan returned fro... |
crew clearly knew what to do already. The Celebrant docks were wide and large, longer than the city. Ships pulled in along stone piers, though Adolin couldn’t figure out how they got back out again. Hook the mandras to the stern and pull them out that way? The shore was marked by long warehouses set in rows, which marr... |
their Stormlight in the next few days. A few have already gone out. We might as well trade for supplies—we can keep the broams and the larger gemstones for Surgebinding.” “First stop is the moneychanger, then,” Adolin said. “After that, we should see if we can buy more rations,” Kaladin said, “just in case. And we need... |
of many different types of stone. Each building was a hodgepodge of materials with no pattern Kaladin could determine. “How do they get building materials?” Kaladin asked as they followed the moneychanger’s instructions toward the nearby market. “Are there quarries on this side?” Syl frowned. “I…” She cocked her head. ... |
dress is part of my essence, so I’m actually walking around naked all the time.” “It’s not the same.” “Easy for you to say. We bought you clothing. You have three sets!” “Three?” he said, looking down at his clothing. “I have my uniform, and this one Ico gave me.” “Plus the one you’re wearing underneath that one.” “Und... |
in the middle … * * * The ashen spren waved excitedly, pointing to the east and then making a cutting motion. She spoke a language Shallan couldn’t understand, but fortunately Pattern could interpret. “Ah…” he said. “Mmm, yes. I see. She will not sail back to Cultivation’s Perpendicularity. Mmm. No, she will not go.” “... |
“we should take that for a no.” The next ship in line was a sleek vessel that looked fast to Shallan’s untrained eyes. A good choice, the registrar had noted, and likely to be welcoming toward humans. Indeed, a spren working on the deck waved as they approached. He put one booted foot up on the side of his ship and loo... |
your city. He reached up his fingers to touch the painting. “Marvelous, isn’t it!” a spren said. Kaladin jumped, sheepishly lowering his fingers. The proprietor of this stall was a Reacher woman, short, with a bronze ponytail. “It’s a unique piece, human,” she said. “From the far-off Court of Gods, a painting intended ... |
with the illusory skin color.” “Uh … maybe…” “Syl.” She held to her hat with one hand, her other arm in his hand as he towed her through the street. “So … you know how I mentioned I snuck away from the other honorspren…” “Yes.” “So, there might have been an enormous reward for my return. Posted in basically every port ... |
that would get them passage to the perpendicularity.” “You hid this from me?” “Why does everyone assume I’ll just tell them things? Oh, I need questions, not assumptions!” The Fused regarded him with a cold glare. “Put that out,” he said, gesturing toward the fire. “Use the city’s sand stores, if needed.” “Yes, great o... |
on,” Azure said. “And they were all heading the wrong directions anyway. We’re about to be stranded.” “We could try fighting our way onto a ship,” Kaladin said. “Take control of it, maybe?” Adolin shook his head. “I think that would take long enough—and make enough trouble—that the Fused would find us.” “Well, maybe I ... |
a floor of cut stone, his back stiff. He blinked sleepily, trying to orient himself. Storms … where was he? Soft sunlight shone through an open balcony on the far side of the room, and ethereal motes of dust danced in the streams of light. What were those sounds? They seemed like the voices of people, but muffled. Dali... |
meant to be so fluffy.” What…? Dalinar scratched at the side of his head. Nohadon finished with a flourish and tossed the pen down. He threw back his chair and stood, grinning like a fool, and grabbed Dalinar by the arms. “Good to see you again, my friend. You’ve been having a hard time of it lately, haven’t you?” “You... |
the banner, grabbing its edge with two hands and hanging there for an instant before dropping with a thump beside the king. Nohadon clapped. “I thought you wouldn’t do it.” “I have practice following fools in their reckless pursuits.” The old man grinned, then scanned his list. “This way,” he said, pointing. “I can’t b... |
looked in the direction the enormous shadow had gone. “No. You haven’t told me.” “It was at war,” Nohadon said. “In the west. One of those senseless battles in the years following the Desolation. I don’t even remember what caused it. Someone invaded someone else, and that threatened our trade through Makabakam. So off ... |
I said, a simple joy.” “Unfortunately, I’m needed for bigger things than shopping.” “Isn’t that always the problem? Tell me, my friend. You talk about your burdens and the difficulty of the decision. What is the cost of a principle?” “The cost? There shouldn’t be a cost to being principled.” “Oh? What if making the rig... |
completely forgotten. But it suddenly became as crisp as if he’d experienced it yesterday. The night of Gavilar’s funeral. Ashertmarn, the Heart of the Revel, is the final of the three great mindless Unmade. His gift to men is not prophecy or battle focus, but a lust for indulgence. Indeed, the great debauchery recorde... |
a glint to her orange eyes, as if she assumed Navani was enjoying her new power. “But the highprince’s absence is not advantageous for morale. We know that Dalinar has returned to his … distractions.” “The highprince,” Navani said, “is in mourning.” “The only thing he seems to be mourning,” Sebarial said, “is the fact ... |
time. Even if, deep down, a part of her was angry. Angry that his pain so overshadowed her growing fear for Elhokar and Adolin. Angry that he got to drink himself to oblivion, leaving her to pick up the pieces. But she had learned that nobody was strong all the time, not even Dalinar Kholin. Love wasn’t about being rig... |
like boring, Brightness,” Leyten—their leader today—said. He was a stocky man, with short, curly hair. “Hey, Hobber. Anyone try to kill you in there?” The gap-toothed bridgeman grinned his reply. “Does Huio’s breath count?” “See, Brightness?” Leyten said. “New recruits might get bored by guard duty, but you’ll never fi... |
he looks hard enough.” Jasnah lowered her pages and looked at her cousin, who was joking with the men of Bridge Four. Storms, Navani thought. He truly looks happy. Embarrassed as they ribbed him, but happy. She’d worried when he had first “joined” Bridge Four. He was the son of a highprince. Decorum and distance were a... |
dusty writings of old philosophers. When it came to fabrials, Jasnah barely knew her pairings from her warnings.… What was this? The glyphs were scrawled in white on the highprince’s wall, the paper read. We quickly ascertained the implement of writing to be a stone pried free near the window. This first sign was the r... |
end our duty to the Almighty! Think upon your Callings, men and women of Alethkar. Think of how you might learn here, and be of use in the next world.” Jevena would use any available opportunity to preach. Dalinar clenched his hands tighter, angry at her—angry at the Almighty. Dalinar should not have lived to see his b... |
off toward the palace proper. Dalinar wished he could do the same, but instead drew himself to attention. It was over. He’d never have a chance to live up to Gavilar’s expectations. Dalinar would live the rest of his life as a failure to this man whom he had loved so dearly. The hall grew still, quiet save for the crin... |
Unable to stand that stone visage any longer, Dalinar left, stomping into the corridor toward the palace proper. Other voices echoed after him as highprinces swore. If Elhokar was going to chase those Parshendi back toward the plains, he’d expect the Blackthorn’s help. But … Dalinar hadn’t been that man for years. He p... |
has been seen and done?’ “ ‘The question,’ she replied, ‘is not whether you will love, hurt, dream, and die. It is what you will love, why you will hurt, when you will dream, and how you will die. This is your choice. You cannot pick the destination, only the path.’ ” Dalinar dropped the keys again, sobbing. There was ... |
their optimism? Was it the talk of paths and choices? It was so unpretentious. So different from the boasts of society or the battlefield. Just a series of stories, their morals ambiguous. It took almost eight hours to finish, but Jasnah never gave any indication she wanted to stop. When she read the last word, Dalinar... |
find Ba-Ado-Mishram to be the most interesting of the Unmade. She is said to have been keen of mind, a highprincess among the enemy forces, their commander during some of the Desolations. I do not know how this relates to the ancient god of the enemy, named Odium. —From Hessi’s Mythica, page 224 Szeth of Shinovar flew ... |
large stone building with a peaked roof. Mighty doors of Soulcast bronze lay broken off in the rubble. Szeth would be surprised if somebody didn’t return to claim those for their metal. Not every army had access to Soulcasters. Aw, the sword said from his back. We missed the fun? “That tyrant in Tukar,” Szeth said, loo... |
Radiants might upset the balance of the Oathpact. Might undermine certain … measures we took, and give an opening to the enemy.” He stopped at the top of the steps and looked down at his hand, where a glistening Shardblade appeared. One of the two missing Honorblades. Szeth’s people had care of eight. Once, long ago, i... |
of a new order of Skybreakers.” He looked back out the window. “The singers allowed the people of this town to return here to burn their dead. A kinder gesture than most conquerors would allow.” “Aboshi … may I ask you a question?” “Law is light, and darkness does not serve it. Ask, and I will answer.” “I know you are ... |
days, but that wasn’t why Dalinar shaved. He liked the ritual. The chance to prepare, to cut away the nightly chaff and reveal the real person underneath—furrows, scars, and harsh features included. A clean uniform and underclothes waited for him on a bench. He dressed, then checked the uniform in the mirror, pulling d... |
simply noted I wasn’t needed. I wanted some time to think, so I came here.” “Still. Let’s go up, shall we?” Taravangian nodded, standing. He wobbled on unsteady legs and Dalinar hurried over to help him. Stabilized, Taravangian patted Dalinar’s hand. “Thank you. You know, I’ve always felt old. But lately, it seems my b... |
buttoned only at the top. Silly-looking, but what did Dalinar know of fashion? The man was extremely polite, and he ran a tight army. Queen Fen had brought the Thaylen high admiral, a scrawny old man with mustaches that drooped almost to the table. He wore a short sailor’s saber and sash, and looked like exactly the ty... |
a single division, giving Dalinar the rest to wear Kholin colors. Dalinar had interrupted a discussion of how to fortify the Jah Keved border. He offered some insights, but mostly listened as they explained their plans: stockpiles here, garrisons there. They hoped the Windrunners would be able to scout for them. Dalina... |
What am I not seeing? Ten Silver Kingdoms. Ten Oathgates. The keys to this war. Even if the enemy can’t use them, they can hinder us by seizing them. One in Alethkar, which they already have. One in Natanatan—the Shattered Plains—which we have. One in Vedenar, one in Azimir, one in Thaylen City. All three ours. But one... |
Jah Keved was the most likely—” “No,” Dalinar said. “No, we know the terrain too well! The Alethi and the Vedens have spent generations fighting over that land.” “What, then?” Jasnah asked. Dalinar ran back into the map room. The others flooded in around him. “They went to Marat, right?” Dalinar asked. “They cut throug... |
grunted. He did think too much like an Alethi. “What, then?” “We need our own fleet, obviously,” Fen’s admiral said. He had a thick accent of mushed syllables, like a mouth full of moss. “But most of our ships were lost to the blustering Everstorm. Half were abroad, caught unaware. My colleagues now dance upon the bott... |
I did not expect that.” Ashamed by that, Dalinar hurried from the room, followed by his guards. He felt tired, which seemed unfair, considering he’d just spent a week basically sleeping. Before seeking his stewards, Dalinar stopped on the fourth floor from the bottom. An extended walk from the lifts took him to the out... |
he asked softly. “No,” Kadash said from behind. “We aren’t sure if it’s the cold, or the fact that few storms reach this high.” He kept scraping. “What will it feel like when a storm goes high enough to engulf this entire tower?” “Like we’re surrounded by dark confusion,” Dalinar said. “The only light coming in flashes... |
seeing almost everyone he’d grown up with fade away and die. It was the urgency of knowing that tasks he started today, he wouldn’t finish. He stopped in the hallway back to his rooms, hand resting on the strata-lined wall. It was beautiful, mesmerizing, but he only found himself wishing for his gardens in Kharbranth. ... |
Malata. The Radiant wore her usual skirt and leggings, Thaylen style, with thick boots. She took a seat across from Taravangian at the low table, then sighed in a melodramatic way. “This place is awful. Every last idiot here is frozen, ears to toes.” Had she been this confident before bonding a spren? Taravangian hadn’... |
“Adro,” he continued, “Dalinar’s recovery convinces me we must take more drastic action. Are the secrets ready?” “Almost,” she said, moving some other papers. “My scholars in Jah Keved have translated the passages we need, and we have the information from Malata’s spying. But we need some way to disseminate the informa... |
porthole. A town on our side?” “That was here,” Shallan said, pointing at her map. “See where the rivers meet, just southwest of the lake? There are towns there, on our side. The river peninsulas should have blocked our way, but the spren seem to have cut a canal through the stone. We wove east around the Icingway Rive... |
untamed through the face, contrasted by his sharp blue uniform. Like a wild spren of passion, trapped by the oaths and codes … Wait. Wait, had that been Veil? Shallan shook free of the momentary drifting of personality. Kaladin didn’t seem to notice. “Maybe,” he said. “You really think you can steal the gemstones back ... |
order, however, and a mistspren lowered a bucket on a rope to get her some beads. “Thank you,” Shallan said. “It was a simple request,” the captain said. “Just be careful. I suppose you’d need Stormlight to manifest anyway, but still … be careful.” “What happens if we carry the beads away too far?” Shallan asked, curio... |
own empire in Shadesmar. And they controlled Cultivation’s Perpendicularity, the easiest way to get between realms. Shallan sorted through another handful of beads, feeling the impression of a small dagger, a rock, a piece of fruit that had started to see itself as something new—something that could grow into its own i... |
on a schedule.” “Dalinar is in danger. Don’t you care?” “About a man I don’t know?” Azure said. “In danger from a threat you can’t define, happening at a time you can’t pinpoint?” She folded her arms. “Forgive me for not sharing in your anxiety.” Kaladin set his jaw, then turned and stalked away—right up the steps towa... |
in a moment. I just have to recover … her…” Adolin glanced at the fluttering pages with the different versions of her. He reached out and hugged her, saying nothing. Which turned out to be the right thing to say. She closed her eyes and tried to pull herself together. “Which one do you like the most?” she finally asked... |
own good.” Adolin breathed in again. With her head pressed to his chest, the air moving in and out of his lungs was audible, and his voice was different. More resonant. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, maybe. In any case, I think I know what it’s like to feel like you’re lying to the world. So maybe if you figure out what to do... |
is dead.” “Not my god. But please continue.” “Well…” Notum frowned; he’d obviously thought the concept of Honor’s death would have been more difficult for Kaladin to accept. “Well, sometime before his death, Honor stopped creating honorspren. We don’t know why, but he asked the Stormfather to do it instead.” “He was se... |
sailors shifted her heading. To the left, he could see land. Longbrow’s Straits—on the other side of which they’d find Thaylen City. Tantalizingly close. Technically, he was no longer Dalinar’s bodyguard. But storms, during the Weeping, Kaladin had nearly abandoned his duty. The thought of Dalinar needing him now—while... |
giving Notum enough credit, Kaladin thought. Perhaps he would listen to a different kind of plea. “Captain,” Kaladin said. “I have taken an oath, as a Windrunner, to protect. And the Bondsmith who leads us is in danger.” “Bondsmith?” the captain asked. “Which one?” “Dalinar Kholin.” “No. Which Bondsmith, of the three?”... |
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