Wind and Truth (The Stormlight Archive, #5)

by Brandon Sanderson

will be galvanized by time. His next actions would have to be decisive. He began thinking of ways to draw the attention of his enemies toward a conflict on Scadrial

Being strong didn’t mean that you didn’t need anyone. Those around you were the source of your strength.

“No hero dies alone,” Renarin read, written in halting words by his own hand, “for he carries with him the dreams of everyone who continues to live. Those dreams will keep my father company in the Beyond, where he taught us we go when we die. No continual war. No more killing. My father is finally at peace. And we live because of his sacrifice.”

“Come,” Jasnah said, walking back down. “Your father’s work is finished. Ours is merely beginning.”

Upon looking through that, he found … A small woolen sheep. And a carved wooden toy horse. Szeth held both up with one hand, by light of the Everstorm, and finally found tears to weep.

This account will not be without flaws. But it is the best I have been able to create from available information—and from the witness of my husband, Szeth, and the witness of the black sword he bears. For I myself helped him bury the Knight of Wind’s body, the day after Stormfall. The day that everything changed. —From Knights of Wind and Truth, an account of the cleansing of Shinovar by Masha-daughter-Shaliv, six years following Stormfall, page 292

A woman he’d loved.

His father had failed to protect them, but only so much could be expected of one man.

“The world is doomed. We have failed. Everyone on Roshar is as good as dead.” “Then what harm is there,” Kaladin said, “in trying one more time? If everything is already doomed?”

“Is that Taln?” Kalak asked. “Taln is here? Has he … said anything?” “He needs time,” Kaladin said. “And help. So far, he’s only said one thing. He said … he forgives you all.”