Wind and Truth (The Stormlight Archive, #5)

by Brandon Sanderson

“Makibak and his rebels are proud,” Jezrien said, making a gesture with two fingers. “But they are good people, and I cannot blame them for their hatred of me. They seek better lands, where the wind sings to the plants and causes them to grow. My people are dying in this mud pit.” “Better than burning on your old world.” “This one will come to flames as well, soon. I can’t halt it, but I think you might be able to. The singers listen to you.” Elodi looked to the sky again. “And I listen to the old gods. The Wind, the Stone. They whisper for me to go east, to leave this pile of tinder before the bonfire begins.” “In leaving,” Jezrien said, “you take with you every hint of common sense left to the singer nation. There will be war.” “There’s already war, my friend,” Elodi said. “Stay on your side of the mountains.” “I don’t think we can do that, Elodi,” Jezrien said. “Not if humans are dying.” “Then pray that I do leave for the east, so we do not meet again,” Elodi said. “My people are listening to your god these days. I hope to drown out his voice with the Rhythm of Peace, but …”