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“People always die. Our squad loses the fewest. You’ll see.”
Cenn thought he could see something surrounding the squadleader. A warping of the air, like the wind itself become visible.
He fights like a storm, that one, and thinks twice as fast as other men. The way he moves sometimes …”
Dallet’s eyes got a far-off look. “I think you all remind him of someone.”
“All right. First, find a cliff.” “That, it will give you a vantage to see the area?” “No,” Kaladin said. “It will give me something to throw you off of.”
Shallan edged
When she collected a Memory of a person, she was snipping free a bud of their soul, and she cultivated and grew it on the page.
“Chronic competence, I should guess. She’s been so successful in life that she has unrealistic expectations of others.”
“But you’re perfect! Pardon my forwardness.” “You’re walking backward.” “Pardon my backwardness, then.
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“Pardon. I meant that you have discriminating taste in books.” “I’ve never eaten one, actually.”
“For honor, Father,” Kal said. “Who tells stories about surgeons, for the Heralds’s sake!” “The children of the men and women whose lives we save,” Lirin said evenly, meeting Kal’s gaze. “That’s who tell stories of surgeons.”
“There are two kinds of people in this world, son,” his father said sternly. “Those who save lives. And those who take lives.”
To hide from the world. The world would find them anyway. It was good at these kinds of games.
“The world just changed, Gaz,” Kaladin said, leaning in close. “I died down at that chasm. Now you’ve got my vengeful spirit to deal with.”
“Aw, Damnation,”
Sometimes he could remember an exact scene, with everyone else crisp and clear, but she was a blur.
The Way of Kings.
Each man has his place. Mine is to make insults. Yours is to be in-sluts.”
They were the lowest in the army, and yet they bore the weight of kings.
Kaladin was like a moldy crust on a starving man’s plate; not the first bite, but still doomed.
“What you said earlier is right; men are unreliable in many things. But if there’s one thing you can count on, it’s their greed.”
the black thing was bigger than an axehound.
Was there a salve to take away this pain? A bandage to stop the flow from his eyes?
He’d been burned too often to trust the flame.
none approached him, though they gave way before him.
“I’m sorry. This lot brings out the basest humor in me.
“No, no assassins yet,” Wit said, amused. “I guess I’ve already got too much ass sass of my own.”
A woman wanting to come to the battlefield was like … well, like a man wanting to read. Unnatural.
You were not shocked when a child knew how to breathe. You were not shocked when a skyeel took flight for the first time. You should not be shocked when you hand Kaladin Stormblessed a spear and he knows how to use it.
Szeth’s reputation was inaccurate. He was far, far more dangerous than it suggested.
“Bridge crew. Carrying what I believe is … yes, it’s a bridge.”
“I’m just fond of hyperbole.” “I’m not,” he said. “It’s a real bastard to spell.”
Kaladin’s eyes snapped open.
Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination.
Death is the destination. But the journey, that is life. That is what matters.
As if the lack of storms left him without strength.
She hesitated, then looked up. “Tien, son of Lirin.”
It might be religion, but it still has to make sense.”
Ten heartbeats, to bring forth the fruit of her sin, the proceeds of her most horrific act.
‘I’m sorry I drove you to suicide. Here’s some bread.’ ”
He did not ignore the wails of pain. He paid attention to each and every one. And hated himself.
It defied reason. And so did Szeth.
“What are you?” the man whispered, eyes watering with pain. “Death,” Szeth said, then drove his Blade point-first through the man’s face and into the rock below.
“You’re a fool and an instigator. But you’re an honest one.”
The cosmere, unfortunately, takes precedence over free food. Watch yourself, Dalinar. Life becomes dangerous, and you’re at the center of it.”
a curvaceous woman who reportedly dyed her hair.
“An excuse is what you make after the deed is done, while a justification is what you offer before.”
Was this about saving men he’d grown to love, or was it just about proving something to himself?
It was time to let the Blackthorn loose.
