Rhythm of War (The Stormlight Archive, #4)

by Brandon Sanderson

“Don’t worry. I don’t struggle with feelings of insecurity any longer.” “Good.” “I’d say I’m pretty good at them.”

For some people, no nightmare was terrible enough—no war bloody enough—to discourage some creative personal enrichment.

Soulcasters didn’t hold spren because they were spren. Manifesting in the Physical Realm like Shardblades. Spren became metal on this side. Somehow the ancient spren had been coaxed into manifesting as Soulcasters instead of Blades?

Time. It was a sadistic master. It made adults of children—then gleefully, relentlessly, stole away everything it had given.

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.