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November 7 - November 19, 2025
Enjoy Oathbringer. You earned it.” “Oathbringer?” “Your sword,” Gavilar said. “Storms, didn’t you listen to anything last night? That’s Sunmaker’s old sword.”
I am no god, Dalinar Kholin. No more than your shadow on the wall is you.
“I could understand people … mmmm … through the lies they want to be told.”
“We’ve always wondered what happened to the Dawnchant. How could people forget how to read their own language?
Together they carried the bridge on one final run—reverently, as if it were the bier of a king, being taken to his tomb for his eternal rest.
“I mean, old men are all creepy,” Lift said. “Seriously. All wrinkly and ‘Hey, want some sweets?’ and ‘Oh, listen to this boring story.’ I’m on to them. They can act nice all they want, but nobody gets old without ruining a whole buncha lives.”
“I’m not stupid enough to get mixed up in religion again.
“Other men … other men, as they age, merely grow stranger. I fear that I am one of those. I am the bones of a foreign species left drying on the plain that was once, long ago, a sea. A curiosity, perhaps a reminder, that all has not always been as it is now.”
“No, no. You should never debate an idiot, Shallan. No more than you’d use your best sword to spread butter.”
“You don’t care about how you’ll be remembered?” “I’ll remember myself, which is enough.
Having power is a terrible burden, the worst thing imaginable, except for every other alternative.”
“Power is a knife,” Wit said, taking his seat. “A terrible, dangerous knife that can’t be wielded without cutting yourself. We joked about stupidity, but in reality most people aren’t stupid. Many are simply frustrated at how little control they have over their lives. They lash out. Sometimes in spectacular ways…”
“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.”
This is life. The longer you live, the more you fail. Failure is the mark of a life well lived. In turn, the only way to live without failure is to be of no use to anyone.
“People learn things from art.” “Blasphemy! Art is not art if it has a function.”
The art is the part that serves no purpose.” “It makes me happy, Wit. That’s a purpose.” He grinned, and the fork disappeared.
“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.”
When you boys next meet the swordsman who taught you that morning kata, warn him that I’m looking for him.” “Zahel?” Adolin said. “You know Zahel?” “We’re old friends,”
OH.EM.GEE.
“We weren’t able to confine ourselves to what we were given.” When has any man ever been content with what he has?
Maybe it’s time for someone to save you,
❤️
Yes, I began my journey alone, and I ended it alone. But that does not mean that I walked alone. —From The Way of Kings, postscript
To love the journey is to accept no such end. I have found, through painful experience, that the most important step a person can take is always the next one.
“Life before death, little one,” Wit whispered.
