Rhythm of War (The Stormlight Archive, #4)

by Brandon Sanderson

Rivers and their carapace-covered spren excited her. Rivers were markers, guideposts, roadways. You could never get lost if you knew where the river was.

Words. I used to be good with words. I used to be good at a lot of things.

Some people charged toward the goal, running for all they had. Others stumbled. But it wasn’t the speed that mattered. It was the direction they were going.