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you can change, and away from traits you cannot. Red, if you wore an eye patch, that detail would stick in their minds. Vathah, I can teach you how to slouch so your height isn’t noticeable—and if you add an unusual accent, people will describe you by that. Gaz, I could put you in a tavern and have you lie on the table...
of the tent. She wore simple clothing, a skirt and blouse of Alethi peasant design. Had she intentionally chosen clothing that blended in with the white of the tent and brown of the tables? And what was she doing there? Taking notes, Veil thought with a spike of alarm. The woman had carefully hidden a little notebook i...
* * A short time later, Shallan Davar—now safely tucked back into a blue havah—strolled through the hallway beneath Urithiru. She was pleased with the work that Veil was doing with the men, but storms, did she have to drink so much? Shallan burned off practically an entire barrel’s worth of alcohol to clear her head. S...
she? She didn’t need another persona to deal with this. Right? … Right? The moment of anxiety passed, and she breathed out, forcing herself to steady. Eventually she pulled a pad of paper and a charcoal pencil out of her satchel, then sought out Jasnah and presented herself. Jasnah cocked an eyebrow. “Late again?” “Sor...
the tower. She went on at length, talking of defensive constructions, air filtration, and the wells. She pointed out groupings of rooms that were shaped oddly, and of the bizarre murals they’d found, depicting fanciful creatures. When she eventually finished, Kalami reported on her team, who were convinced that certain...
a strange sensation. On more than one occasion, she’d been struck by Renarin’s oddness. His presence at this meeting was just another example. Was he thinking of finally joining the ardents? And he did that by simply showing up at a meeting for scribes, as if he were one of the women? At the same time, how dare Janala ...
looked up at her. “Thank you.” “For?” “Defending my honor. When Adolin does that, someone usually gets stabbed. Your way was pleasanter.” “Well, nobody should take that tone with you. They wouldn’t dare do it to Adolin. And besides, you’re right. This place is one big fabrial.” “You feel it too? They keep talking about...
front of the light. Everyone immediately hushed. “Apologies for my tardiness.” He glanced at his wrist, and the forearm timepiece that Navani had given him. “Please don’t stop because of me.” “Dalinar?” Navani asked. “You’ve never attended a meeting of scribes before.” “I just thought I should watch,” Dalinar said. “Le...
loss in their reddened eyes and ragged possessions. The Everstorm had wiped out their farm. They’d come to the big city looking for refuge. He had nothing on him of value, not any longer, and the parshmen let him go in before the others. He walked into the bunker, feeling a surreal sense of … abandonment? He’d spent th...
a sight that couldn’t help but brighten a man’s day. Moash shoved hands back in pockets and continued through the room, checking each of the three stations where parshmen offered jobs. Something about these parshmen and their perfect Alethi unsettled him. The Voidbringers were what he’d expected, with their alien accen...
“tents” were really some sections of cloth that had been stretched from the wall to poles driven into buckets of rocks to keep them steady. That made a kind of tunnel along the wall here, and underneath, a lot of older people coughed and sniffled. It was dim, with only the occasional chip on an overturned box giving li...
eyes to Moash’s shoulder. “Deserter?” Moash nodded. It was true in more ways than one. “What’s this?” One of the men stood up, a tall fellow. Something about his silhouette, that bald head, that cut of clothing … “Deserter, Brightlord,” the guard said. “From the Shattered Plains,” Guff added. The highlord, Moash realiz...
picked himself up, dusted himself off, then walked to the third of the work stations—the one seeking hard laborers. There, he volunteered for the most difficult job they had, pulling wagons of supplies for the Voidbringer army. Did you expect anything else from us? We need not suffer the interference of another. Rayse ...
like I’m running downhill, no matter which direction I go. Might not need it. Holding Stormlight … it made me feel like I could run forever.” “Well, it’s a new record…” Sigzil mumbled, still writing. “You beat Lopen’s time.” “Did he beat mine?” Leyten called from the side of the small room where he was inspecting the t...
the catharsis of having become something greater. Teft was an addict. Drehy had struck an officer. Eth had been caught planning to desert with his brother. Even simple Hobber had been part of a drunken brawl. Knowing Hobber, he’d probably only gone along with what his squad was doing, but a man had ended up dead. “You’...
the chamber wall. Kaladin engaged the ancient mechanism, pushing the sword—and the entire inner wall, which could rotate—toward a specific point marked by murals. The floor began to glow, and outside, Stormlight rose in a swirl around the entire stone plateau. Kaladin locked the Blade into place at the mark on the floo...
a grin as he saw their black uniforms and helms. Plateau runs had been started again, but with more structure, and the spoils were shared equally among the highprinces. Today, it was the Blackcaps’ turn. Skar wondered if any of them would recognize him. Probably not, even if he had caused quite a ruckus among them. The...
there recruitment drives, or did they just wait until someone attracted a spren?” “That wouldn’t make them a squire though,” Teft said, rubbing his chin. “But a full Radiant, right?” “A valid point,” Sigzil said. “We have no proof that we squires are a step toward becoming full Radiants. We might always be your support...
He took a long draught of Rock’s current refreshment—he called it tea, but it tasted like boiled grain—and found himself feeling useless. Were these people, these new recruits, going to start glowing and take his place in Bridge Four? Would he be shuffled off to other duties, while someone else laughed with the crew an...
moved, Lyn. They storming swerved toward Kaladin.” He turned the emerald over, and shook his head. “There’s a special Lashing you can do, which makes things curve in the air. Kaladin painted the wood above his hands with Stormlight and drew the arrows toward him, instead of me. That’s the first time I can say I knew so...
he found he couldn’t be jealous. Maybe this was his lot, helping others become Radiants. A trainer, a facilitator? Teft saw Lyn glowing, then dashed over and started cursing—but they were “good” Teft curses. He grabbed her by the arm and towed her toward Kaladin. Skar took in a long, satisfied breath. Well, that was tw...
… The coming days will be difficult, but with training, humanity will survive. You must bring me to your leaders. The other Heralds should join us soon. I think I am late, this time. I think … I fear, oh God, that I have failed. No. This is not right, is it? How long has it been? Where am I? I … am Talenel’Elin, Herald...
of her expertise had been wiped away. “We’ve lost so much time,” she said. “Yes. We must catch what we have lost, Jasnah. We must.” “The enemy?” Jasnah asked. “He stirs. He angers.” Ivory shook his head, kneeling beside her as she changed the sheets of paper. “We are naught before him, Jasnah. He would destroy my kind ...
been mere children—well, the spren equivalent—at the time. They spent years, centuries, with no older spren to nurture and guide them. The inkspren were only now beginning to recover the culture and society they had lost when men abandoned their vows. “Your ward,” Ivory said. “Her spren. A Cryptic.” “Which is bad?” Ivo...
but one,” Ivory agreed. “They lived in death instead.” She turned around, and he met her eyes with his own. No pupils, just oil shimmering above something deeply black. “We must tell the others what we learned from Wit, Ivory. Eventually, this secret must be known.” “Jasnah, no. It would be the end. Another Recreance.”...
He’d walked this path dozens of times, running caravans with his uncle even when he’d been a youth. Across the river, straight southeast. Over Ishar’s Field and cutting past the town of Inkwell. The Voidbringers were marching to take Kholinar. The caravan included tens of thousands of parshmen armed with axes or spears...
across the endless plains of central Alethkar, he found the sight of them encouraging. It suggested that the Voidbringers could be egalitarian. Maybe there’d simply been too few men with the strength to pull these sledges. Yet if that were so, why were these parshman sledge-pullers treated so poorly? The overseers did ...
living gods.” She looked up as one of the Fused passed overhead. “There are lots who think the Almighty is real,” Moash said. “If that’s the case, why are you pulling a sledge?” She snapped her fingers, pointing. Moash picked up his rope, joining the other men in a double line. They merged with the enormous column of m...
toward him. Finally, they decided to let it be. Moash pulled the sledge with the parshmen, and they found someone to replace him on the other sledge. For a while he thought more would come of it—he even saw one of the overseers conferring with a Fused. But they didn’t punish him. No one dared to again raise a whip agai...
Men backed away, making space for a large ring of light. A couple of shirtless men pushed their way through the crowd. The room’s general air of clumsy conversation turned to one of roaring excitement. “Are we going to bet?” Havar asked. “Sure,” Bashin replied. “I’ll put three garnet marks on the shorter one.” “I’ll ta...
Rift?” Bashin asked. “What about it?” “Are you dense?” Havar said. “No,” Bashin said, “but I might be drunk. What’s up with the Rift?” “Rumor is they want to set up their own highprince,” Havar said. “Son of the old one, what was his name…” “Tanalan,” Dalinar said. “But we are not going to be visiting the Rift, Havar.”...
your highprince? I promise you clemency for anything done to me.” “Hurting you?” the man said. “Storms, that’s not what I’m afraid of.” He shivered visibly, and a Thaylen woman—perhaps his manager—smacked him on the arm. She thought he’d been rude. The wrestler only bowed and backed away. Dalinar turned about the room,...
of the Thrill. Even now he felt on edge—he had the urge to smash this table and everything in the room. He’d been so ready for the fight; he’d surrendered to the temptation, and then had the pleasure stolen from him. He felt all the shame of losing control, but none of the satisfaction of actually getting to fight. Dal...
to Alethkar because you wanted someone to protect you. You sought out a fighter, Evi.” She squeezed his hand back. A nurse approached with a bundle in her arms and Dalinar looked up, stunned, unable to rise. “Now,” the woman said, “many men are apprehensive at first when—” She cut off as Dalinar found his strength and ...
blame, though it was also just … life, these days. His life was plush. The den was more to his liking. A few chairs, a hearth, a simple rug. A cabinet with various exotic and potent wines, each in a distinctive bottle. They were the type it was almost a shame to drink, as it spoiled the display. “It’s your daughter,” D...
I come back here and lock myself in a cage again?” “I … might have something that will help.” “Bah. I’ve tried living a quiet life. I can’t live through endless politics, like you can. I need more than just words!” “You’ve merely been trying to restrain yourself—you’ve tried casting out the bloodthirst, but you haven’t...
bridge he was forced to carry all on his own. After so long in the eastern part of the stormlands, he had nearly forgotten the sights of a fertile landscape. Rockbuds here grew almost as big as barrels, with vines as thick as his wrist spilling out and lapping water from the pools on the stone. Fields of vibrant green ...
destructive Voidbringers. Nobody in those towns had possessed working spanreeds, however, and he’d been unable to contact his home. He hadn’t been fast enough. Earlier today, he’d spent the Everstorm within a tomb he’d hollowed out of rock using his Shardblade—Syl herself, who could manifest as any weapon he desired. I...
young woman and resting on his shoulder. “Nothing important.” “I’m sure I was scolding you. Oh, yes, you’re home! Yay! Aren’t you excited?” She didn’t see it—didn’t realize. Sometimes, for all her curiosity, she could be oblivious. “But … it’s your home…” Syl said. She huddled down. “What’s wrong?” “The Everstorm, Syl,...
been kept; they’d have begun their rampage here. He was pretty sure that if he ran across Roshone’s broken corpse, he wouldn’t be too heartbroken. “Wow,” Syl said. “Gloomspren.” Kaladin looked up and noted an unusual spren whipping about. Long, grey, like a tattered streamer of cloth in the wind. It wound around him, f...
its warped frame grinding against stone. He dove for cover behind a shalebark mound, but light bathed him, cutting through the rain. A lantern. Kaladin stretched his hand to the side, prepared to summon Syl, yet the person who stepped from the manor was no Voidbringer, but instead a human guardsman in an old helm spott...
“I’m thinking of how you treat ships,” Dalinar whispered, his physical voice lost to the winds—yet his meaning carried, unhampered, to the Stormfather. Men should not be upon the waters during a storm, he replied. Men are not of the waves. “And the sky? Are men of the sky?” Some are. He said this grudgingly. Dalinar co...
so worried, but said nothing as the soldiers ushered him and the others into the warcamp where Brightness Jasalai—the tall, stately woman Dalinar had put in charge of the camp—met and accompanied them. After spending so much time in the alien hallways of Urithiru, walking through this place—which had been Dalinar’s hom...
Navani’s eye. She smiled. She always claimed that she wasn’t a scholar, but a patron of scholars. She said her place was to encourage and guide the real scientists. Anyone who saw the light in her eyes as she took out another sheet and sketched her idea further knew she was being too modest. She began another sketch, b...
often did you actually visit here, during all the years in the warcamps? He’d meant to come more often, and talk to the ardents in his chosen devotary. There had always been something more pressing, and besides, the ardents stressed that he didn’t need to come. They had prayed and burned glyphwards on his behalf; that ...
don’t you?” “I think it’s likely.” “He spoke with a rural Alethi accent, Dalinar.” “And he looked Makabaki,” Dalinar replied. “That alone is an oddity, wouldn’t you say?” “Immigrant families are not so uncommon.” “Ones with Shardblades?” Kadash shrugged. “Let’s say I could actually find one of the Heralds,” Dalinar sai...
facts in hand.” “So you know that the visions are real!” “I long ago accepted that you weren’t mad. These days, it’s more a question of who might be influencing you.” “Why would the Voidbringers give me these visions?” Dalinar said. “Why would they grant us great powers, like the one that flew us here? It’s not rationa...
remnants of the wall, which had fallen inward—indicating that the Shardbearer had cut from the outside. He found no madman. The ardents had likely seen this hole and moved on with their evacuation. News of the strange hole must not have filtered up to the lead ardents. He didn’t find anything to indicate where the Hera...
He knew what it felt like to be beaten down, despised. When you’d been treated as they had, you didn’t trust someone like Moash. You asked yourself what he was trying to get from you. After a few days of pulling their sledge, the landscape began to change. The open plains became cultivated hills. They passed great swee...
burned a few towns. They seem intent on keeping Revolar, working it.” Moash shook his head. “This was supposed to be an apocalypse, but you don’t farm an apocalypse.” Sah grunted again. He didn’t seem to know any more about this than Moash did, but why should he? He’d grown up in a rural community in Alethkar. Everythi...
called to a halt, and he let go of the rope, stretching his hands and letting out a relieved sigh. They’d been sent to a large open ground near some warehouses, where parshmen were cutting lumber. A lumberyard? he thought, then felt stupid. After hauling wood all this way, what else would he expect? Still … a lumberyar...
of the king’s presence; then the servant bowed to Shallan, waving her in. She stepped hesitantly into the audience chamber: a room with a fine blue and green rug and stuffed with furniture. Diamonds shone from lamps, and Elhokar had ordered the walls painted, obscuring the strata. The king himself, in a blue Kholin uni...
like to offer my services for your mission.” “I’m not certain,” Elhokar said, hesitantly, “if Dalinar would want me taking two of his Radiants away from him.” “I’m not accomplishing much for him sitting around here,” Shallan said, still wearing the soldier’s face. “Besides. Is it his mission? Or is it yours?” “My missi...
cold. The breastplate was cracked along the left side, and the armorers buzzed, discussing the repair. As if they had to do something other than merely give the Plate Stormlight and let it regrow itself. Eventually, all that remained were his boots, which he stepped out of, maintaining a martial posture by pure force o...
would take planning, maneuvering, and skirmish after skirmish to pin the various groups of Vedens down and bring them into proper battle. He yearned for those early days, when their fights had been more rowdy, less coordinated. Well, he wasn’t a youth anymore, and he’d learned in Herdaz that he no longer had Gavilar to...
“You brought our children to the battlefront?” Storms, she didn’t even have the sense to leave them at the town the army was using as a long-term command post? “I—” “In,” Dalinar said, pointing at the tent. Evi wilted, then scuttled to obey, cringing as she passed him. Why had she come? Hadn’t he just been back to Khol...
reports. Accounts of deaths, many at my hand.” She was silent for a time. “Could you not … let them surrender to you?” “The Vedens aren’t here to surrender. They’re here to test us on the battlefield.” “And the individual men? Do they care for such reasoning as they die?” “What? Would you like me to stop and ask each m...
down and watching fondly as he toddled a few steps, then sat, trying to grab blades of grass as they pulled away. The child made no sounds. He just stared, solemn, as he tried to grip blade after blade. Dalinar waited for the excitement he’d felt before, upon meeting Adolin for the first time … but storms, he was just ...
were burned in a grand pyre, upon which was cooked the meat for the feast that he ate alone, at a table set for two hundred.” Natata Oileyes was known to have had a passion for the dramatic. The text sounded almost delighted when she’d explained how he’d died by choking on the food at that very feast, alone with nobody...
from within? In her absence, already the monarchy trembled. Her brother and her uncle—who she knew loved each other deeply—ground their wills against one another like mismatched gears. She would not have her family implode. If Alethkar was going to survive the Desolation, they’d need committed leadership. A stable thro...
constant stream of comments, without having to stop and wait before replying. Navani talked of ways to improve the experience—of spanreeds that could be adjusted to connect to different people. That was one area of scholarship, however, that Jasnah did not have time to pursue. Her receiving board started to fill with n...
think is Nalan, Jasnah. I don’t think the Heralds will be a resource to us. I will provide you with sketches of the Heralds, Jasnah said. I have drawings of their true faces, provided by an unexpected source. Ethid, you are right about them. They aren’t going to be a resource; they’re broken. Have you read the accounts...
entirely. “Jasnah!” Shallan said, suddenly tense. “The doorway. Look!” Jasnah sucked in Stormlight at the girl’s tone and turned away from Renarin, toward the room’s doorway. There, a tall, square-jawed man had darkened the opening. He wore Sadeas’s colors, forest green and white. In fact, he was Sadeas now, at least i...
spectacle. His eyes flicked up to meet hers; then he spun and stalked from the room, shoulders hunched as if trying to shrug away the eyes—and the snickers—of the scholars. He will be trouble, Jasnah thought. Even more than he has been. Amaram genuinely thought he was Alethkar’s only hope and salvation, and had a keen ...
to me for…” She trailed off. “What is he doing?” Renarin stood near the far wall, which was covered in palm-size tiles. He tapped a specific one, and somehow made it pop out, like a drawer. Jasnah stood, throwing back her chair. She strode across the room, Shallan scampering along behind her. Renarin glanced at them, t...
than the fact that he and the others would soon be charging a fortified position—was that he had too much free time. The workers hauled stacks of wood from one part of the lumberyard to the next, and were occasionally assigned to saw or chop. But there wasn’t enough to keep them busy. That was a very bad thing, as he’d...
some of us in there, so they found a reason to toss us out to die.” Sah grunted. “Is that all you’re going to say?” Khen demanded. “Don’t you care what our own gods are doing to us?” Sah slammed his bundle to the ground. “Yes, I care,” Sah snapped. “You think I haven’t been asking the same questions? Storms! They took ...
here, he’d drop to his own death. They rose until the town looked like a tiny model: lumberyard and parade ground on one side, the single prominent street down the center. To the right, the man-made ward provided a buffer against the highstorms, creating a shelter for trees and the citylord’s mansion. They ascended eve...
flowing parshman hair—black and crimson, thicker than that of a human. Almost like thin reeds or blades of grass. Her eyes were a deep red, like pools of shimmering blood. “Where did you learn the Surges, human?” she asked. “The Surges?” “When you killed me,” she said, “you were Lashed to the sky—but you responded quic...
your right to continue to live. Tell me. Why did you protect those slaves?” “Because you need to be unified,” Moash said. He swallowed. “My people don’t deserve this land. We’re broken, ruined. Incapable.” She cocked her head. A cool wind played with her clothing. “And are you not angered that we took your Shards?” “Th...
teach you to be soldiers. We’ll probably die anyway. Storm it, we’ll probably never make it to the top of the walls. But it’s something.” The parshmen looked at one another, holding rods that could mimic spears. “I’ll do it,” Khen said. Slowly, the others nodded in agreement. I am the least equipped, of all, to aid you...
if they’d forgotten he was around. But when Teft did notice him, the man’s smile was genuine. They were his friends. It was merely … How could Rlain be so fond of these men, yet at the same time want to slap them? When he and Skar had been the only two who couldn’t draw Stormlight, they’d encouraged Skar. They’d given ...
drink, then looked at the cup, aghast. “What?” Rock said. “You ate the cremlings easily!” “But this is … like their bathwater,” Eth complained. “Chilled,” Rock said, “with spices. Is good taste.” “Is bathwater,” Eth said, imitating Rock’s accent. Teft led the other four in a streaking wave of light overhead. Rlain look...
giving a kind of Alethi version of what he’d told them earlier. He belonged here as much as he did anywhere else. Bridge Four was his family, now that those from Narak were gone. Eshonai, Varanis, Thude … He attuned the Rhythm of the Lost and bowed his head. He had to believe that his friends in Bridge Four could feel ...
around at the group. “He’s been spending a lot of time with the scribes studying the tower city,” Natam said. “The other day,” Skar added, “he was talking about what he’s doing there. It sounded an awful lot like he was learning how to read.” The men shifted uncomfortably. “So?” Kaladin asked. “What’s the problem? Sigz...
Not only because I am only one with proper beard in crew.” He leaned forward. “Life is changing. We will all feel alone because of this, yes? Ha! Perhaps we can feel alone together.” They all seemed to find this comforting. Well, except Lopen, who had snuck away from the group and for some reason was lifting up rocks o...
releasing his hand. “Look at the fingermarks on the metal. That’s burnished iron, not true steel, Soulcast from clay into that shape. I wonder … did access to Soulcasters retard their drive to learn smelting? Working steel is difficult. You can’t simply melt it over a fire, like you can bronze.” “So…” Dalinar asked, “w...
have seen in vision, and the burden it puts upon me.” “That isn’t what I meant by tired.” Dalinar didn’t reply, hands clasped behind him as together they walked to the sally port, where Yanagawn watched events unfold outside. Radiants were crossing the open plain or flying down. They summoned their Blades, provoking co...
his age was challenging anyway, without adding to it the stress of an unexpected accession to power. “Whatever the reason,” Dalinar told the young emperor, “you are Prime. The viziers have published your miraculous elevation to the public. You do have some measure of authority.” He shrugged. “The viziers aren’t bad peo...
from the vision. Dalinar closed his eyes, feeling the Stormfather draw away. Everything now dissolved … Except it didn’t. Dalinar opened his eyes. He was still on the field before the looming, bloodred wall of Feverstone Keep. Men fought over Shardblades while some voices called for everyone to be patient. Those who cl...
to sit. “You have been placed in a difficult position, my son,” Odium said. “You are the first to bond the Stormfather in his current state. Did you know that? You are deeply connected to the remnants of a god.” “Whom you killed.” “Yes. I’ll kill the other one too, eventually. She’s hidden herself somewhere, and I’m to...
“And so, I cannot leave her behind. In fact, I cannot leave behind the Splinters of Honor, as I once thought I could. I can already see that going wrong. Once you release me, my transformation of this realm will be substantial.” “You think you’ll do better?” Dalinar wet his mouth, which had gone dry. “Do better than ot...
make the right decision. You will free me.” “No.” Dalinar stood. “You shouldn’t have revealed yourself, Odium. I once feared you, but it is easier to fear what you don’t understand. I’ve seen you now, and I can fight you.” “You’ve seen me, have you? Curious.” Odium smiled again. Then everything went white. Dalinar foun...
them. They can act nice all they want, but nobody gets old without ruining a whole buncha lives.” She climbed over the rocks. She wore fine Azish clothing now, compared to the simple trousers and shirt from last time. Colorful patterns on robes, a thick overcoat and cap. “Even as old people go, that one was extra creep...
had decided to suspend use of the visions. Who knew what risk they’d run by bringing people’s minds in and potentially exposing them to Odium? Of course, who’s to say what he can and cannot touch in the real world? Dalinar thought. He looked up again, the sun burning white, the sky a faded blue. He would have thought t...
Navani said, “we’ve been working the Oathgates at full power for every transfer. I suspect that’s not the only mistake we’ve made in regard to this place and its devices. Anyway, now that you two have unlocked the Thaylen gate on their end, we should be able to use it at will—with the help of a Radiant, of course.” “Si...
to get on with Elhokar’s highking arrangement. He still hadn’t announced that, not even to the highprinces. A part of Dalinar knew he should simply go forward with it now, naming Adolin highprince and stepping down, but he delayed. This would make a final separation between himself and his homeland. He’d at least like ...
its art, trade, and fine marble—was cracked and broken, like a dinner plate dropped by a careless maid. Ironically, many more modest buildings at the base of the city—in the wall’s shadow—had weathered the storm. But the famous Thaylen docks were out beyond this fortification, on the small western peninsula fronting th...
we burned, Dalinar wondered uncomfortably, to a god who is no longer there? Or is someone else receiving them instead? Dalinar nodded politely as Fen recounted the ancient origin of the structure and listed some of the kings or queens who had been crowned here. She explained the significance of the elaborate design on ...
a ledge toward the Loft Wards. This city was hit harder than any I’ve had a report about, he thought. This level of destruction is unique. Is it just all that wood, and the lack of anything to blunt the storm? Or is it more? Some reports of the Everstorm mentioned no winds, only lightning. Others confusingly reported n...
like that? “Your help would be appreciated,” she said. Dalinar suppressed a smile. She’d conceded one step by letting them activate the Oathgate. This was another one. Taravangian, you are a gem. “Lend me a scribe and spanreed,” Taravangian said. “I will have my Radiant bring aid immediately.” Fen gave the necessary or...
“Perhaps the grand bazaar I’ve heard so much about?” Navani winced, and Fen grew stiff. “It was … by the docks then, was it?” Dalinar said, looking out at the rubble-filled plain before the city. He’d assumed that it would have been in the Ancient Ward, the central part of the city. He should have paid better attention...
Voidbringers. Unfortunately, these had cracked in hundreds of places. A large black scorch at the top of the wall showed where the strange Everstorm lightning had blasted the building. None of the other temples had fared this poorly. It was as if Odium had a grudge against this one in particular. Talenelat, Dalinar tho...
whipping nervously in their wakes. Dalinar waved them back. “Don’t hurt him,” Navani whispered. She hesitated. “But don’t lose either.” “I’m not going to hurt him,” Dalinar said, handing her his jacket. “I can’t promise the part about losing.” She didn’t see—but of course she didn’t. He couldn’t simply beat this man up...
last-ditch, all-out assault. Dalinar stood up, relaxed, and held his hands to the sides so that the audience could see him intentionally fail to dodge. Then he stepped into the young man’s thrust. The longsword hit him right in the chest, just to the left of his heart. Dalinar grunted at the impact, and the pain, but m...
I’m stronger than you, they said. I don’t need to fight you. I could crush you without exerting myself. Was that what it should feel like to have the Knights Radiant come to your city? Dalinar felt a twisting nausea deep in his gut. He’d performed stunts like this dozens of times throughout his life—from recruiting Tel...
and settled into place. Light filled the cracks in the stones and knit them back together, and gloryspren burst around Dalinar’s head. When the glow faded, the front wall of the majestic temple—including the doorway and the cracked reliefs—had been restored. Dalinar faced it, shirtless and coated in sweat, feeling twen...
to the queen. “I don’t know how long Renarin will hold out, and I don’t know how many of those wounds will be new enough for him to fix. But it is something we could do.” Men called below, heaving a stone arm out through the window of the mansion. “I see you’ve charmed Kdralk as well,” Fen noted. “He’s a good lad,” Dal...
they aren’t Vorin. People here, myself included, respond to a good push from a determined monarch. Strength and passion, the Vorin way. But those tactics will just make the Azish dig in and rebuff you harder.” He rubbed his chin. “Do you have any suggestions?” “I don’t think you’ll find it very appealing.” “Try me,” Da...
soldier said, shoving him on the shoulder. Kaladin didn’t move. When the man shoved harder, Kaladin rolled his body with the push, and the shift of weight sent the guard stumbling past him. The man turned, angry. Kaladin met his gaze. The guard hesitated, then took a step back and gripped his mace more firmly. “Wow,” S...

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