The Black Prism (Lightbringer, #1)

by Brent Weeks

“To the southeast, like before,” Gavin said. “Deep in Tyrea, likely Kelfing, someone’s using sub-red, and lots of it.”

The map shows Tyra far to the north of the Chromeria.

I’d swive a horse

Oooh, I can’t wait to slip this Middle English into a conversation and see if anyone knows the meaning.

But though he was sure she hadn’t thought of him since, he’d missed her. She had been like the sun passing overhead, and he’d turned his face as she passed, warmed by her presence, but never daring to hope for more.

You’re despicable. A cad and a liar. You disgust me. You’re not smart enough to fool me, you’re not clever enough to deceive me, and you’re not man enough to take me.”

“Moments of beauty sustain us through hours of ugliness,”