Oathbringer (The Stormlight Archive, #3)

by Brandon Sanderson

“You are not what I expected, Blackthorn,” Noura said. “And what did you expect?” “An animal,” she said frankly. “A half-man creature of war and blood.” Something about that struck him. An animal … Echoes of memories shuddered inside of him. “I was that man,” Dalinar said. “I’ve merely been blessed with enough good examples to make me aspire to something more.”

Highstorms were one thing, but there was a more terrible force upon the land. And it carried a Shardblade.

“Do you wish,” Wit asked, “that you could go back to not being able to see?” “No,” she whispered. “Then live. And let your failures be part of you.”

“Elhokar,” Kaladin said, gripping the king’s shoulder. “Be a hero to the one you can save.”

Kaladin knows best

Regardless of the reason, Kaladin had lived. He always did.

“You cannot have my pain.”

Then, like a Herald from lore, a man rose into the air above them. Glowing white with Stormlight, the bearded man carried a long silver Shardspear with a strange crossguard shape behind the tip. Teft. Knight Radiant.