Rhythm of War (The Stormlight Archive, #4)

by Brandon Sanderson

“Sorry…” Leshwi said. A joyspren burst around her, beautiful, like a blue storm. “Sorry? Venli, they’ve come back to us! They’ve forgiven us.” What? “Please,” Leshwi said to Longing, “ask your spren. Do they know of an honorspren named Riah? She was my friend once. Precious to me.” Leshwi … had friends? Among the spren? Storms. Leshwi had lived before the war, when men and singers had been allies. Honor had been the god of the Dawnsingers.

“Rlain,” Venli said to Awe. “You gave orders to a Fused.” He shrugged. “It’s all about an air of authority.”

Kaladin exploded through the darkness, surrounded by a thousand joyful windspren, swirling like a vortex.

I can hear my mother’s tone, the Sibling said. But not my tone. I think it’s because my father is dead. “Honor…” Navani whispered. “Honor is not … dead. He lives inside the hearts … of his children.…”

They vibrated together. Structure and nature. Knowledge and wonder. Mixing. The song of science itself.

“Journey before destination, you bastard.”

FUCK YEAH

“Cutting it a little tight, don’t you think, son?” “A surgeon must be timely and precise.” “This is timely?” Lirin said. “Well, you do hate it when people waste time,”

“Radiants break too,” Kaladin whispered. “But then, fortunately, we fill the cracks with something stronger.

Rlain, listener. Bridger of Minds.

Come to me in Shinovar. I can reset the Oathpact, though I must be sane to do it. I must … have help … to…”

YES!

And the Sibling thought she was not worthy lol

You don’t particularly like anyone, Dalinar noted. Not true. There was a human who made me laugh once, long ago. I was somewhat fond of him.

“I bring word from the Sibling!” he shouted. “They don’t remember inviting you in. And considering that they aren’t merely the master of this house, they literally are this house, your actions are quite the insult.”

But he couldn’t see them. No matter how much Stormlight he was given, his eyes didn’t recover. He was blind.

GOOD

“Cephandrius,” Odium spat. “Ever the rat. No matter where I go, there he is, scratching in the wall.

Hoid lol

Renarin knows? Rlain thought. He suggested you, Tumi said. And told our mother about you. He was right. Our bond will be strong, and you will be wondrous. We are awed by you, Rlain. The Bridger of Minds. We are honored.

“I don’t deserve any of this,” she whispered to him. “I was weak, Rlain.” “Then start doing better,” he told her, pulling back. “That is the path of Radiance, Venli.

“We won’t stop missing him, will we?” she asked softly. “No. But that’s all right. So long as we cling to the moments we had.”

He was finally free of the frailties of body and position that had always controlled and defined him. He finally had the freedom to do what he’d desired. And now, Taravangian was going to save them all.

ominous

One might say, by simple economics, that Maya was one of the best orators who ever existed.

“Also, Wit says to tell him, ‘Deal with your own stupid planet, you idiot. Don’t make me come over there and slap you around again.’”

A shadow fell over Venli, and she started, staring up at a powerful long neck with a wicked arrowhead face on the end. A chasmfiend. Here. And no one was panicking.

!!!

Venli looked down to see that her mother’s eyes had focused, seeing her.

Your Words, Venli, a distant femalen voice said in her mind, are now accepted.

Who....

“And I doubt anyone the enemy presents can best Stormblessed.” “I’m … not going to pick Kaladin, gemheart.” “Why?” Navani asked. “He’s our best warrior.” “No,” Dalinar said. “He’s our best soldier. But even if he were in peak fighting shape, I don’t think he’d be our best warrior. Or our best killer.

Her rain bathed each and every hill, and the Rider let her see the world with the eyes of a god.

He tried to find a tune to whistle, but each one sounded wrong. Something was fiddling with his perfect pitch.