Oathbringer (The Stormlight Archive, #3)

by Brandon Sanderson

He spun among them, Plate lending him energy, Blade granting him precision, and the Thrill … the Thrill giving him purpose. In moments like this, he could see why he had been created. He was wasted listening to men blab. He was wasted doing anything but this: providing the ultimate test of men’s abilities, proving them, demanding their lives at the edge of a sword. He sent them to the Tranquiline Halls primed and ready to fight. He was not a man. He was judgment.

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