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about Herdazians. He seemed to find those extra funny. As they approached the plateaus, the dead silence gave way to the low roar of thousands of people assembled in a limited area. Kaladin and Lopen finally broke free of the barrack rows, emerging onto the natural terrace just above the parade grounds that debouched o...
Behind them rode a large group of Navani’s scholars and cartographers, including Isasik, the ardent who was the royal cartographer. These passed around the map Shallan had drawn, Isasik riding to the side, chin raised, as if pointedly ignoring the praise the women were giving Shallan’s map. Dalinar needed all these sch...
guards scattered the hills around them, distant enough to be out of earshot as the highprince and his wife enjoyed a gentle “ride through the hills.” In reality, the two of them had wanted a closer look at Sebarial’s expansions out here west of the warcamps, where he was setting up full-scale farming operations. Ialai ...
that I was right. “Sadeas will not be pleased,” Dalinar said. “Sadeas can storm off. He doesn’t own me.” Aladar fiddled with his reins for a moment. “He wants to, though. I can feel it in the deals he forces me to make, the knives he slowly places at everyone’s throats. He’d have us all as his slaves by the end of this...
these hands, Dalinar. I’m not some perfect, honorable knight as you seem to want to pretend.” “I know you’re not,” Dalinar said, taking the hand. “I’m not either. We will have to do.” They shared a nod, then Dalinar turned Gallant and began to trot back toward his own army. Roion groaned, complaining about his thighs a...
walking about with hurt leg? You would have that man beaten! Once he healed, of course.” “I thought,” Kaladin noted, “that I was your commander.” “Nah, can’t be,” Teft said, “because our commander would be smart enough to stay in bed.” “And eat much stew,” Rock said. “I left you stew to eat while I am gone.” “You’re go...
in my army, as he claims—he certainly bears the correct slave brand. But his allegations regarding me are obviously preposterous.” Dalinar nodded to himself, as if this were all expected. “I believe an apology is due.” Kaladin struggled to remain upright, his leg feeling weak. So this would be his final punishment. Apo...
just wanted the Blade for yourself!” Amaram looked Kaladin in the eyes. “I am sorry for what I did to you and yours. Sometimes, good men must die so that greater goals may be accomplished.” Kaladin felt a gathering chill, a numbness that spread from his heart outward. He’s telling the truth, he thought. He . . . honest...
trip.” He tossed the spyglass back to the messenger. “We do nothing until they’re dead. This will end, it appears, with Dalinar killed by the Parshendi after all. Aladar can go with him, and to Damnation with the lot of them.” He turned his horse and continued the day’s ride, his back pointedly toward the Shattered Pla...
were. Shallan completely missed what Adolin said next. She blushed. “What was that?” “I said that Sebarial has a carriage. You might want to travel with him.” “Because I’m too delicate for riding?” Shallan said. “Did you miss that I walked back through the chasms in the middle of a highstorm?” “Um, no. But walking and ...
she was out here. The book, though. The book was wonderful. And frustrating. But what was the “wicked thing of eminence” that led to the Recreance? she thought, writing the quote in her notebook. It was the second day of their travels on the Plains, and she had agreed to ride in the coach Adolin had provided—alone, tho...
soon found that the pleasing sound of water muffled the soldiers’ voices and the monotonous sound of marching feet, making it a nice accompaniment to reading. A quote sparked her interest, and so she dug out her sketch of the Shattered Plains and her old maps of Stormseat. I need to find out how these maps relate, she ...
incriminate Shallan and reveal her powers? Her activities as Veil? She didn’t think so. She’d been studying the Knights Radiant as part of it, but she was searching for their center of power, so that made sense. Hesitant, she handed over the papers. Navani leafed through them, reading by spherelight. “The organization ...
you have a point of reference.” “Preferably two,” Shallan said. “It’s been centuries since that city fell. It was destroyed during Aharietiam itself, I believe. We’re going to have trouble finding clues out here, though your list of descriptions will help.” She tapped her finger against the papers. “This isn’t my area ...
world was going to have again. Navani raised an eyebrow, obviously skeptical. “I swear this is true,” Shallan said, “on the tenth name of the Almighty.” “That is disturbing. Radiants, Heralds, and Voidbringers alike are supposed to be gone. We won that war.” “I know.” “I will go get to work on this,” Navani said, knock...
that the Shin assassin was behind this. We couldn’t have asked for this to play out better! And you won’t have to do anything, Kal. Graves says that we won’t need your help after all.” “So why are you here?” Kaladin asked. “I just wanted to check on you,” Moash said. He stepped in closer. “Is it true, what Lopen says? ...
the weather. Why did the soft sound of gentle rain make her feel more imaginative? Around her, creationspren slowly vanished, most having taken the shapes of things about the camp. Swords that sheathed and unsheathed repeatedly, tiny tents that untied and blew in unseen wind. Her picture was of Jasnah as she’d been on ...
your lies can be so strong. You are able to not admit that they are lies.” “It frightens me.” “Why? It is wonderful.” To him, she was a subject of study. For a moment, she understood how Kaladin must have seen Shallan as she spoke of the chasmfiend. Admiring its beauty, the form of its creation, oblivious to the presen...
you.” He did not smile as he said it; in fact, he looked severely troubled. He turned to leave, clasping his hands behind his back. “Brightlord Dalinar?” Shallan said. “What if your task wasn’t to refound the Knights Radiant?” “That is what I just said,” Dalinar replied. “What if instead, your task was to gather them?”...
Parshendi spotted, sir!” “Where?” “Eastern side of this plateau,” the messenger said, panting. “Scouting party, we think.” Dalinar looked from the messenger to Shallan, then cursed and started out into the rain. Shallan tossed her sketchpad onto her chair and followed. “This could be dangerous,” Dalinar said. “I apprec...
one, for now. We will consult further, once this expedition is done. You have read of the things I have been seeing?” She nodded. “The world is about to change,” Dalinar said. He took a deep breath. “You give me hope, true hope, that we can change it in the right way.” The approaching scouts saluted, and Bridge Four pa...
by a ‘type,’ Bashin?” “Some Parshendi have hair,” the man said—he was a darkeyes, but clearly well respected, though he didn’t bear an obvious military rank. “Others have carapace. The ones we met with King Gavilar long ago, they were . . . shaped different from the ones we fight.” “They have specialized subspecies?” S...
peered across the chasm toward the solitary Parshendi man. He stood up, and shaded his eyes against the rain. The soldiers below shuffled, spears rising into more threatening positions. “Skar?” the Parshendi’s voice called. “Skar, is that you? And Leyten?” Nearby, one of Dalinar’s bridgeman guards cursed. He ran across...
his men. General Khal and Renarin were in another tent with Aladar and Roion, going over tactics for when they approached the Parshendi encampment. Navani sat up, leaning forward, narrowing her eyes at the prisoner. Shallan had wanted to attend, but Dalinar had promised to have everything written down for her. The Stor...
from outside the ring of guards. “You’re Bridge Four.” Rlain looked at him. “I’m a traitor.” “Ha!” Rock said. “Is little problem. Can be fixed.” Dalinar gestured to quiet the bridgemen. He glanced at Navani, who nodded for him to continue. “Tell me,” Dalinar said, “how you hid among the parshmen.” “I . . .” “Soldier,” ...
forward, clasping his hands before him. “The countdown?” he asked. “Three days away,” Navani said. “Three days before Lightday.” So little time. “We hasten our pace,” he said. Inward. Toward the center. And destiny. Shallan fought against the wind, pulling her stormcoat—stolen from a soldier—close around her as she str...
would send Adolin to . . . um . . . cart you back over his shoulder.” “I would like to see him do that,” Shallan said. It did sound kind of romantic, the sort of thing you’d read of in a novel. “He’s that worried about the Parshendi?” “Shen . . . er, Rlain . . . says we’re practically to their home plateau, Brightness....
didn’t mean it as an insult,” Sebarial said. “My insults are far more pithy. That was a compliment. If I had my way, I’d hire you to run all wars, Roion. I suspect there would be far fewer casualties, and the price of undergarments would double once soldiers were told that you were in charge. I’d make a fortune.” Shall...
Rlain’s explanations, they were but half a day away—got her closer to the Oathgate. Dalinar leaned forward, spreading his hands to the sides, his shadow falling on the battle maps. “Very well. I did not come all this way to timidly wait upon Parshendi whims. We’ll march inward tomorrow, threaten their city, and force t...
stay inside, so he went out. The rain wanted him to give in to the despair, so he forced himself to think. Growing up, he’d had Tien to help lighten the gloom. Now, even thinking of Tien increased that gloom instead—though he couldn’t avoid it. The Weeping reminded him of his brother. Of laughter when the darkness thre...
drunk. Kaladin understood. With Dalinar and that disapproving glare of his gone for a time, it was probably nice to relax with a bottle. When Kaladin had first met the king, he’d thought Elhokar lacked regality. Now, oddly, he thought Elhokar did look like a king. It wasn’t that the king had changed—the man still had h...
and served him all at once. I can’t even get a darkeyes to obey a command to come visit the palace! Why doesn’t this work? What do I have to do?” Kaladin stepped back, shocked at the frankness. “Why are you asking me this, Your Majesty?” “Because you know the secret,” the king said, still pacing. “I’ve seen how your me...
open the door and left. Dalinar strode from the tent into a subtle rain, joined by Navani and Shallan. The rain sounded softer out here than it had inside the tent, where the drops had drummed upon the fabric. They had marched farther inward all that morning, bringing them to the very heart of the ruined plateaus. They...
It was true enough. He didn’t know what horrors he’d find, but he had known that something was coming. “You came anyway?” Aladar demanded. “You hauled us all the way out onto these cursed plains, you let us be surrounded by monsters, to be slaughtered and—” Dalinar grabbed Aladar by the front of the jacket and hauled h...
right?” “No, I’m not,” Dalinar said. Roion frowned. “We’re all going to get ourselves out of it together.” Roion nodded, and didn’t object. He saluted as Aladar had, if less crisply, then headed toward his army on the northern flank, calling for his aides to give him the numbers of his reserves. “Damnation,” Sebarial s...
we came here to stop them. “I know you’re scared, but you have heard of my visions in the highstorms. In the warcamps, the lighteyes mocked me and dismissed what I’d seen as delusions.” He thrust his arm to the side, pointing at the sea of red eyes. “Well out there, you see proof that my visions were true! Out there, y...
guards to part, allowing the Parshendi bridgeman to scramble up to his horse. “That song!” Rlain said. “That song.” “What is it, man?” “It is death,” Rlain whispered. “Brightlord, I have never heard it before, but the rhythm is one of destruction. Of power.” Across the chasm, the Parshendi started to glow. Tiny lines o...
Kaladin walked along, searching among them, but didn’t find Zahel. He even peeked in the man’s room, but it was empty. “Up above, bridgeman!” one of the ardents called. The bald woman pointed toward the stairwell at the corner, where Kaladin had often sent guards to secure the roof when Adolin and Renarin practiced. Ka...
“You wash in that?” “Sure do. Not ourselves, of course.” “Then what?” “Sand.” Kaladin frowned, then peered over the side, looking at the pool below. “Every day,” Zahel said, “we go in there and stir it up. The sand settles back down to the bottom, and all the yuck floats away, carried by the rain in little streams out ...
His balance was off, and his leg screamed. The rain didn’t accompany him; it just annoyed him. Worse, the wind didn’t blow. The air felt stale. Kaladin stumbled over his own feet. He twisted the spear about him, then dropped it clumsily. It spun away to splash into the pool. As he fetched it, he noticed the ardents wat...
behind, longspears at the ready in case we’re overrun. I want the men ready to form blocks on the other side until we’re sure where the Parshendi lines will fall. Storms, I wish we had archers. Go!” The word spread, and Adolin nudged Sureblood up beside one of the bridges, which had already been set. His bridgeman guar...
so here, on this ground. Only the worthy win here . . . Move. Grieve later. Move! Adolin roared, leaping to his feet and charging past the two bridgemen who nervously stood guard over him with spears. He started the process of summoning his Blade and ran toward the fighting up ahead. Only moments had passed, but alread...
by section, as they traveled. She listened with half an ear to the other scholars in the tent. They were a distraction, but an important one. Another line, rippled on the sides, forming a thin plateau. It was a copy of the one she’d drawn in seven other places on the map. The Plains were a fourfold radial pattern mirro...
lightning. “Mmm . . .” Pattern said. “Bad. Very bad.” Inadara looked at Pattern, who dimpled the floor near Shallan. “I do not like this thing. Spren should not speak. It may be of them, a Voidbringer.” “I am not a Voidspren,” Pattern said. “Brightness Shallan—” “He’s not a Voidspren,” Shallan said absently. “We should...
we split across the plateaus? Wasn’t the plan to fight a defensive battle?” “Your report?” Inadara asked. “Get me a towel and some paper,” the scout said. “I rounded the southern side of the central plateau. I’ll draw what I saw . . . but Damnation! They’re throwing lightning, Brightness. Throwing it! It’s insane. How ...
army fought a desperate battle against the Parshendi. Red lightning came in bursts, but according to field reports, the Parshendi didn’t know how to control it. It could be very dangerous to those who stood close by, but was not the terrible weapon it had first seemed. In direct combat, unfortunately, these new Parshen...
this way.” Dalinar stood still. Rain streamed down. He looked to the flock of messengers, aides, bodyguards, and officers who attended him. “Who spoke?” They looked at one another. Wait . . . He recognized that voice, didn’t he? It was familiar to him. Yes. He’d heard it many times. In his visions. It was the voice of ...
leaned in close, as if to whisper something. The guard leaned forward. So Kaladin dropped his crutch and slammed his spear up between the man’s legs. Kaladin immediately turned, spinning on his good leg and dragging the other one, whipping his spear toward the other man. The man got his spear up to block, and tried to ...
the rope, severing it. Three more loops leaped from the darkness for him; the Parshendi had sent an entire team. Adolin turned to defensive sweeps, as he’d been trained by Zahel to resist a dedicated rope strike. They’d have strung other ropes across the ground in front of him, expecting that he’d charge them . . . Yes...
but would you really want to go alone?” Adolin waited for the familiar eagerness to urge him forward, the desire to rush into the fight without concern for the consequences. He’d trained himself to resist that urge, and was surprised to find it . . . gone. Nothing. He frowned. He was tired. Was that the reason? He cons...
path. He had always recognized when he was in a vision before; he had no reason to believe that had changed. The reserves he’d ordered for Aladar trotted past, spearmen with points toward the sky. That would be storming dangerous if real lightning came, but they didn’t have much choice. Dalinar waited for the voice to ...
to a slippery stop across the tarp from her. “I need a miracle!” “Working on it,” she shouted back. “No time for working. Execute your plan. Now.” He was too distant to see her glare, but he felt it. Fortunately, she waved workers away from her current tarp and began shouting orders to her engineers. The women ran up t...
away from the beleaguered men. It wasn’t a maneuver to try unless you were desperate—the risk of hitting allies was great—but Roion’s archers proved deserving of their reputation. He pulled Navani close with one arm. “You did well.” Then he called for his horse—his horse, not that wild messenger beast—as he charged out...
wound, with medical attention. “Keep pressure on that,” Kaladin said, pushing a cut section of the king’s shirt against the wound, then placing the king’s hand over it. “We need to get out of the palace. Find safety somewhere.” The dueling grounds, maybe? The ardents could be relied upon, and they could fight too. But ...
Plate, faceplate down. Graves. The assassins had arrived. Shallan stepped off the bridge onto a deserted plateau. The rain muffled the sounds of warfare, making the area feel even more isolated. Darkness like dusk. Rainfall like hushed whispers. This plateau was higher than most, so she could see Stormseat’s center arr...
together—where would you put it? Hidden in a locked room? Or on a stage that rose above the city? It was out here because they were proud of it.” They continued through the blowing rain. There was a hallowed quality to this place, and honestly, that was part of how she knew she was right. “Mmmm,” Pattern said softly. “...
The musty air in this place was already growing humid, and even with the shuffling of soldiers and men coughing, Adolin felt like it was too silent. Within this rocky tomb, they may as well have been miles away from the battlefield just outside. “How did you know, sir?” asked Skar, the bridgeman. “How’d you guess that ...
He was only a few feet off the ground, and he eagerly pushed his way out onto the slick wet rocks. Just to his left, Parshendi reserves stood in rows facing away from him, absorbed in their chanting. The clamor of battle was nearly inaudible here, all but drowned out by the spine-tingling sound of that inhuman singing....
not by the measuring of lifespans, as he was only in his fifties, but by the yardstick of soldiers he was certainly old. Without Shardplate to assist, he was getting slow, getting weak. Killing was a young man’s game, if only because the old men fell first. That cursed rain kept coming, so he escaped it under one of Na...
up with his good hand and ran his fingers through her hair. “Adolin has won his plateau,” Navani said. “The Parshendi there are scattered and routed. Aladar holds. Roion has failed, but we’re still evenly matched. So how are we losing? I can sense that we are, from your face, but I don’t see it.” “An even match is a lo...
off. “Please . . .” * * * Moash stepped forward, his faceplate up, his face pained. “Kaladin?” “I had to make the choice that would let me sleep at night, Moash,” Kaladin said wearily, standing before the unconscious form of the king. Blood pooled around Kaladin’s boot from the wounds he’d reopened. Light-headed, he ha...
king killed the only family I ever had.” “I know.” “Then why are you protecting him?” “It wasn’t his fault.” “That’s a load of—” “It wasn’t his fault,” Kaladin said. “But I’d be here even if it had been, Moash! We have to be better than this, you and I. It’s . . . I can’t explain it, not perfectly. You have to trust me...
so Shallan walked in that direction. Everything in here seemed perfectly preserved, even the lamps on the walls, which appeared to still hold dun gemstones. On the wall, she found a metal disc set into the stone. Was this steel? It hadn’t rusted or even tarnished despite its long abandonment. “It’s coming,” Renarin ann...
resisted the Blade. “Made of the same stuff!” Shallan said, growing excited. “And that slot is shaped like it might fit a Blade. Try sliding the weapon in, very slowly.” He did so, and as the point moved into the hole, the entire shape of the keyhole shifted, the metal flowing to match the shape of Renarin’s Shardblade...
lost section of Plate. He grabbed his Shardblade in two hands—one metal, the other flesh—and battered forward with a series of strikes. He transitioned out of Windstance. No sweeping majesty for him. He needed the frantic fury of Flamestance. Not just for the power, but because of what he needed to convey to Eshonai. E...
a good sign. He needed a better grasp on what was happening in the rest of the army. He jogged across the bridge to the central plateau. Where was his father? What was happening on Aladar’s and Roion’s fronts? Had Shallan returned from her expedition? Everything seemed chaotic here on the central plateau. The rising wi...
about what was convenient for himself. That wasn’t protecting. That was selfishness. Straining, agonized, Kaladin raised one foot. The good foot. Coughing blood, he shoved himself upward and stumbled to his feet between Elhokar and the assassins. Fingers trembling, he felt at his belt, and—after two tries—got his side ...
darkness. Then Kaladin exploded with Light. It erupted from his body, making him shine like a blazing white sun in the darkness. Moash backed away, face pale in the white brilliance, throwing up a hand to shade his eyes. Pain evaporated like mist on a hot day. Kaladin’s grip firmed upon the glowing Shardblade, a weapon...
“Really?” Almighty bless that man. He’d done it. “Yes, sir,” Cael said. He had to shout against the wind and rain. “Highprince Aladar said the singing Parshendi went right down, letting him slaughter them. The rest broke and fled. Even with Roion’s plateau fallen, we’ve won the day!” “Doesn’t feel like it,” Dalinar sho...
Shallan hesitated, then stood and walked to the center of the room, where the depictions of the Knights Radiant and their kingdoms met at a central point. “Brightlord Renarin?” Inadara asked. “Is something wrong?” The young prince had fallen to his knees and was huddled next to the wall. “I can see it,” Renarin answere...
asked the assassin, who still stood there in the rain. “Why kill my brother? Did they explain the reasoning behind your orders?” “I am Szeth-son-son-Vallano,” the man said. Harshly. “Truthless of Shinovar. I do as my masters demand, and I do not ask for explanations.” Dalinar revised his assessment. This man was not ca...
for the chance he had missed. In that moment between storms—when the rain stilled and the winds drew in their breaths to blow—he danced with the slayer of kings, and somehow held his own. The assassin moved like a shadow. His step seemed too quick to be human. When he jumped, he soared into the air. He swung his Shardb...
instant, eyes burning. Adolin jumped over one of the bodies as it collapsed. Storms. He could still hear Roion screaming up above somewhere. Adolin thrust at the assassin, but the creature twisted and slapped the Shardblade away. The assassin was grinning. He didn’t speak, though Stormlight leaked between his teeth. Ad...
him. The assassin ripped free from the press of bodies, trailing blood from a couple of wounds. Those wounds closed as Adolin watched, the blood stopping. It was as Kaladin had said. With a horrible sinking feeling, Adolin realized just how little a chance they’d ever had. The assassin dashed for Dalinar, who brought u...
away. “You sent him to the sky to die, assassin,” Kaladin said, Stormlight puffing from his lips, “but the sky and the winds are mine. I claim them, as I now claim your life.” Kaladin let the Stormlight evaporate before him. He was running low—his frantic flight across the Plains had drained him. How shocked he had bee...
as he fought, but now it ached something fierce. “Someone get me information!” Scribes and ardents appeared from the nearby wreckage of tents. Shouts rose from around the plateau. The wind started to pick up—their period of reprieve, the short calm, was over. They needed to escape these plateaus. Now. Dalinar reached A...
off his trousers—which were somehow still dry. “Who am I going to make fun of now?” He shook his head sadly. Dalinar rode off in the direction indicated. He noticed that, incredibly, a pair of bridgemen were still tailing him, only now catching up to where he’d found Sebarial. They saluted as Dalinar noticed them. He t...
only the central plateau, but three others around it and one more beyond, one that looked oddly circular from above. The armies gathered on that one. Small lumps dotted the others like freckles. Corpses. So many. Kaladin looked toward the sky. He was free once again. Winds surged beneath him, seeming to lift him, prope...
sword out. Kaladin Lashed himself to the side, jerking out of the way. He swiped with his Blade, but didn’t come close to connecting. “I should have practiced more with the sword,” he muttered. Oh. That’s right. You probably want me to be a spear, don’t you? The weapon fuzzed to mist, then elongated and grew into the s...
crush the armies between them. Shallan breathed in sharply, and Stormlight entered her, bringing her to life. Adolin had a gemstone or two on him, apparently. He pulled back, looking her over. “You too?” he said. “Um . . .” She bit her lip. “Yeah. Sorry.” “Sorry? Storms, woman! Can you fly like he does?” “Fly?” Thunder...
a silvery shield appeared, glowing with a soft light. Szeth’s Blade deflected away, causing the man to grunt in surprise. Strength returned to Kaladin’s right hand, the severing healed, but forcing that much Stormlight through it left him feeling drained. He fell away from Szeth, trying to keep his distance, but the as...
out. Kaladin landed behind him, though he retained most of a Lashing upward, keeping himself light. He ran up the side of the plateau, heading almost directly upward toward the sky, dodging to the side as Szeth suddenly twisted and cut through a rock formation, sending boulders tumbling downward. Rocks clattered along ...
the inner wall as she pushed on it, though it stuck at first, the fallen blocks of the cut doorway getting in the way. Adolin threw his weight against the sword with her, and together they pushed it around the circle until they were above the picture of Urithiru, half the circumference from Natanatan where she’d begun....
thunder. Emotions fought inside of her. She’d saved herself and Adolin, it appeared. But the rest of the army . . . Adolin cut a doorway; sunlight spilled through it. Shallan walked to the opening, nervous, passing Inadara, who sat in the corner, looking overwhelmed. At the doorway, Shallan looked out at the same plate...
Kaladin Lashed himself through the tempest toward him, jerking one way, then the other. Dodging blitzes of lightning, ducking under hurled boulders, blinking away the sheets of driven rain. A whirlwind of chaos. And ahead . . . light? The stormwall. Szeth burst free of the storm’s very front. Through the mess of water ...
moved to swing. Kaladin drove his hands forward, forming Syl into a sword. He expected a parry. The move was intended to draw Szeth out of his attack pattern. Szeth did not parry. He just closed his eyes. Kaladin drove his Blade into the assassin’s chest right below the neck, severing the spine. Smoke burned out from b...
crash into each other.” Kaladin grunted, picking his way over to the edge of his current plateau. He breathed in a little Stormlight, then Lashed himself upward to offset the natural pull of the ground. He became weightless. He pushed off lightly with his foot and drifted across the chasm to the next plateau. “So how d...
His power, after all, like this sword. Be careful with it. It is a treasure.” “So the assassin wasn’t a Radiant.” “No. But Kaladin, you have to understand. With this sword, someone can do what you can, but without the . . . checks a spren requires.” She touched it, then shivered visibly, her form blurring for a second....
black beard. “It appears you are more than you seemed,” Kaladin said. “Pardon, sir,” he said. “But I would suggest that applies to both of us.” When he spoke now, his voice had a certain musicality to it—an odd rhythm to his words. “Brightlord Dalinar has pardoned Rlain,” Sigzil explained, walking around Kaladin and en...
Ain’t no mirrors out on the Plains. Your eyes, son. Pale blue, like glassy water. Lighter than that of any king.” Kaladin turned away. He’d hoped his eyes wouldn’t change. The truth, that they had, made him uncomfortable. It said worrisome things. He didn’t want to believe that lighteyes had any grounds upon which to b...
few rockbuds, and the ones that did grow were tiny, smaller than a fist. They would provide little wood for fires. The field was ringed by ten columnar plateaus, with steps winding around their bases. The Oathgates. Beyond that extended the mountain range. Crem did cover some of the steps here, and dripped over the sid...
to be in a state of riot. I haven’t been able to get straight answers on either question.” “I’m sure the king is somewhere safe,” Shallan said, glancing at Navani. The woman maintained a composed face, but as she gave instructions to a scribe, her voice was terse and clipped. One of the pillarlike plateaus nearby flash...
and find you not properly fed! I’ll not have people saying that, Your Brightship, no I won’t! Eat up. I’ve got soup cooking.” The Lopen smiled, and though he heard the king grumble, he also heard the sound of spoon against plate. Two of Lopen’s strongest cousins sat out front of the hovel in Little Herdaz—which was tec...
trying to flee with it. His wagon crested the rise just outside of the warcamps. Behind them, enormous lines of people snaked out onto the Shattered Plains. Highprince Dalinar’s orders had been clear, though baffling. The warcamps were being abandoned. All parshmen were to be left behind, and everyone was to make their...
toward the front of the cart, where the others rode. The salvation of the entire world. I’ve been played for one of the ten fools, Moash thought, chin to his chest. And I don’t even know how. The wagon started rolling again. They soon began to move into the tower. There was nothing else they could do, though Adolin’s e...
think not.” She met that gaze, but shivered inside. “A curious position you are in,” Mraize said. “Will you hide the true nature of your powers? I was able to guess what they are, but others will not be so knowledgeable. They might see only the Blade, and not ask what else you can do.” “I don’t see how it’s a concern o...
primary goals. Despite her determination not to help them, she’d transported them—along with the army—right where they wanted to go. Her brothers? Would they actually be safe? What of her family servants, her brother’s betrothed? She sighed, walking to the doorway and collecting her guards. Let her find truth. What if ...
square hung on the wall . . . It was exactly in the same place where the picture had hung on her father’s wall back in Jah Keved. Her mind started to fuzz. “Mmm . . .” Pattern said from the floor beside her. “It is time.” “No.” “It is time,” he repeated. “The Ghostbloods circle you. The people need a Radiant.” “They ha...
hands. “He let everyone believe that he’d killed her,” Shallan whispered. “That he’d murdered his wife and her lover in a rage, when I was the one who had actually killed them. He lied to protect me.” “I know.” “That secret destroyed him. It destroyed our entire family.” “I know.” “I hate you,” she whispered, staring i...
kept repeating that she should gather her things and join the caravans heading out across the Plains. It was happening. It was really happening. The Sons of Honor had, at long last, achieved their goal. Gavilar would be proud. Amaram hastened his pace, turning as another ardent bustled up to him, to ask if he needed an...

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