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The king was speaking with two men that Navani vaguely recognized. A tall Makabaki man with a birthmark on his cheek and a shorter Vorin man with a round face and a small nose.
Galivar was conspiring with a Herald?
“Nalathis. Scadarial. Tal Dain. Do you recognize any of those?”
Other systems in the Cosmere!
“I don’t know what any of that meant, but thanks for replying. Wit never gives me answers. At least not straight ones.” “That’s because Wit is an asshole,”
🤣
He hated how she referred to the Sibling—the slumbering child of Honor and Cultivation—as her cousin.
Ah! I had worried that the Sibling was somehow an aspect of Odium…
Guide her well, and do not trust Dova. Having met more of the other Heralds, I’m certain Battah is not as stable as she seems.”
Oh! Another of the Heralds!
the Truthwatcher woman who preferred to be called by her nickname, the Stump.
Hey! We know her!
However, on the floor inside the room she found a green feather. Mraize?
I wonder if Mraize's green "chicken" is an Invested Aviar from Patji…
Much as you indicate, there is a division among the other Shards I would not have anticipated.
I think these missives are to Mraze and that he is perhaps the Vessel of one of the other Shards.
The deaths of both Devotion and Dominion trouble me greatly, as I had not realized this immense power we held was something that could be broken in such a way. On my world, the power always gathered and sought a new Vessel.
Hmm, could this author be Sazed?
Other Shards I cannot identify, and are hidden to me. I fear that their influence encroaches upon my world, yet I am locked into a strange inability because of the opposed powers I hold.
This "opposing powers" comment makes me believe even more that this is Sazed.
I have begun searching for a pathway out of this conundrum by seeking the ideal person to act on my behalf. Someone who embodies both Preservation and Ruin. A
See!? Sazed!
“Rayse—Odium—is not one to be pushed into anything,” Wit said
I had belived this already but here it is clear as crystal: Rayse is Odium
What was Raboniel’s true goal? Was it to make a weapon herself—like the one that had destroyed the room and Navani’s two scientists?
Roshar's Manhattan Project?
Kaladin took it, then gave the Bridge Four salute. Dabbid returned it. Then, remarkably, said something, in a voice soft and gravelly. “Life. Before. Death.”
Dabbid!
Pattern hummed. “Do you remember,” he said softly, “when we first met on the boat? With Jasnah? Mmm … You jumped in the water. She was so shocked.”
First met on the boat with Jasnah? What? He was her spren when she was a child. That doesn't make sense.
That wasn’t the first time we met though,” Radiant said, sitting up straighter. “Shallan had spoken oaths before, after all. She had a Shardblade.”
Yeah, exactly. So why would Pattern say that? Is he trying to clue her into something?
Standing near a statue behind them was a dark figure wearing a stiff robe. Like Pattern’s, but dustier. And a head trapped in shadow. Twisted and wrong.
Oh… Pattern isn't Shallan's first spren, is he? She already had one and broke her oaths. That's why Pattern doesn't remember being her Blade—he wasn't.
“If a human tries to bond me,” Blended said, flipping through the books in her stack, “I will attack him and kill him. This better solution is.”
Yeah, no wonder this spren type bonded Jasnah…
The man Mraize had sent her to find—and, she suspected, the man he wanted her to kill—was one of the Heralds.
Honestly, I don't even know why I'm surprised.
“I’m real!” the Cryptic said with a musical, feminine voice. “Not imaginary at all! Unfortunately, I am irrational! Ha ha!”
Math jokes!
“Today is the day we discovered a way to destroy Radiant spren. I will let you know the results of the test.”
Oh no. It's not the Manhattan Project… It's their Final Solution.
The storm rumbled, and he felt warmth surrounding him, Light infusing him. He heard Syl gasp, and a familiar voice, not the Stormfather’s. THESE WORDS ARE ACCEPTED.
Not the Stormfather? Tanavast? Honor himself? Or Teft?
“Cephandrius,” Odium spat. “Ever the rat. No matter where I go, there he is, scratching in the wall. Burrowing into my strongholds. He could have been a god, yet he insists on living in the dirt.”
Oh, so this is one of Hoid's names. The first, perhaps?
One might say, by simple economics, that Maya was one of the best orators who ever existed. If you aren’t going to say much, then you might as well make what you do say mean something.
Yes!
With help from Kelek, they’d gotten it open without harming the thing inside: a spren in the shape of a glowing ball of light, a strange symbol at the center. No one here recognized the variety of spren, but Wit called it a seon.
Oh! Elantrian seon…
“How is Lift, by the way?” “My lunch is gone,” Dalinar said. “So I’d say she’s doing fine.
Yay!
“So … it’s better…” Design said, “because it’s worse than an illusion using real magic?” “Exactly.” “That’s stupid.”
It's OK, Hoid. I know what you mean.
