Wind and Truth (The Stormlight Archive, #5)

by Brandon Sanderson

On that day, the Knight of Truth did not save us from the evil that had been prophesied. But from the evil brought by the prophesier. —From Knights of Wind and Truth, page 281

“Keeping an oath is not an ultimate good, Taravangian,” Dalinar whispered. “It is only as good as the ideals it is sworn to. Uniting is not an ultimate good. It is only as good as the purposes for that unification.

The power accepted Taravangian at Dalinar’s urging. Though interestingly, a few small pieces of it split off and fled. Dalinar had not expected that.

And now we reach the part of the narrative where I can but speculate, as my witnesses were both unconscious. —From Knights of Wind and Truth, page 271

“I,” Kaladin whispered, walking through that version, “accept this journey.” The air split with a crack of thunder. When the reply came, it was Syl’s voice. These Words are accepted. “That isn’t what we said,” Nale said. “The important part is not the Words themselves,” Kaladin said. “It is, again, the heart. Thousands of years, and I’d think you would know this.”

I can only guess what happened, therefore, to the Knight of Wind. That he is dead is demonstrable. That he succeeded, at least in part, is also demonstrable. —From Knights of Wind and Truth, page 289

But it was not a complete success, as I have not heard the Wind—neither has Szeth—in years. Save that one whisper. Regardless, she lives, so perhaps the Oathpact, as it was, held well enough? Even without Szeth to fill the hole? Or perhaps, as champion of the Wind, Kaladin was able to do something in the end right before he died, which turned Retribution’s ire from the spren. —From Knights of Wind and Truth, page 290

It was ancient. Wonderful and terrible. It bore a single all-powerful directive, which thrummed through Sigzil. Exist.

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

Autonomy is moving. I have a message I’m certain is from Taldain, though the planet should be unreachable. Think carefully before you return to Roshar, hmmmm?”

“I didn’t know what to do. Thing is, that’s wonderful. That’s the point. Because when the predetermined answers flee, then the solution comes down to who you are. That’s when we see the mettle of a person. That is art: when untested skill meets unplanned catastrophe.” The woman looked up at him, then blinked. “I think I understand.” “Wait. Really. You do?” “Of course I do,” the woman said. “You’re here for this job because absolutely nobody else will hire you. Good thing you can get a person where they’re going.” “Ma’am,” Hoid said, putting on his hat, “you have no idea.”

With Retribution formed, Hoid needed allies—even allies who hated him—who knew how to fight gods. He would have to go find Valor.

“Brilliant job, my friend,” he said, striding out onto the street. “Brilliant storming job. You’ve given us a chance. Let’s hope we can live up to it.”

Trusted Words Known Words Renounce Once. Renounce Words Known. Words … trusted … Once. Ketek discovered inscribed in the stone on the top of Urithiru following the Contest of Champions. It is believed not to be in the hand of Dalinar Kholin, but possibly in that of some spren or divine manifestation. This is disputed, for the ketek is not fully symmetrical, but has an extraneous word left below, on its own line, as if divided from the poem. This leads to imperfection, and it is presumed no divinity or spren would be capable of such an egregious error.