Rhythm of War (The Stormlight Archive, #4)

by Brandon Sanderson

Even an occupying force of ancient evil soldiers needed to do laundry, it seemed.

She held to him, and shook as she spoke. “I’ve forgotten the Words. I’m supposed to help you, but I can’t. I…” “You are helping,” Kaladin said, “by being here.” He closed his eyes, feeling the storm as they broke through the moment between and entered the real world. “Besides,” he whispered, “I know the Words.” Say them, Tien whispered. “I have always known these Words.” Say it, lad! Do it! “I accept it, Stormfather! I accept that there will be those I cannot protect!”

Thank you, she said to the Rider. I DID NOTHING. I WATCHED YOU FALL AND DID NOT STOP IT. The rain cannot stop the bloodshed, she said, fading. But it washes the world afterward anyway. Thank you.