The Way of Kings (The Stormlight Archive, #1)

by Brandon Sanderson

Then they were packed away and given morning slop, and the wagons rolled until afternoon slop. More rolling. Evening slop, then a ladle of water before sleep.

Oh. My dream date.

Why aren’t we stopping for slop?

six or seven—then

There was a surprising level of delicacy to the large man’s motions as he milked

A woman wanting to come to the battlefield was like … well, like a man wanting to read. Unnatural.

The thirty or so other bridgemen followed like ghosts. A few seemed to be edging

Her daily bath was the one time she seemed to relax completely.

Could he be any more provincial?

Chandler

‘I’m sorry I drove you to suicide. Here’s some bread.’

My insides feel like a mass of eels,