Tanalan slumped on the ground. “Please…” “I,” Dalinar said softly, “am an animal.” “What—” “An animal,” Dalinar said, “reacts as it is prodded. You whip it, and it becomes savage. With an animal, you can start a tempest. Trouble is, once it’s gone feral, you can’t just whistle it back to you.” “Blackthorn!” Tanalan screamed. “Please! My children.” “I made a mistake years ago,” Dalinar said. “I will not be so foolish again.”
