Words of Radiance (The Stormlight Archive, #2)

by Brandon Sanderson

“Ha!”

“Kick me?” Moash snorted. “You won’t even carry a spear, Rock.” “Spears are not for kicking complainers. But big Unkalaki feet like mine—it is what they were made for! Ha! This thing is obvious, yes?”

tears. “Now go to sleep in chasms deep, with darkness all around you . . .”

“Though rock and dread may be your bed, so sleep my baby dear.”

“Now comes the storm, but you’ll be warm, the wind will rock your basket . . .”

“And with a song, it won’t be long, you’ll sleep my baby dear.”

“Perspective,” Ym said, holding up his hand and wiggling his fingers. “From very close up, the fingers on a hand might seem individual and alone. Indeed, the thumb might think it has very little in common with the pinky. But with proper perspective, it is realized that the fingers are part of something much larger. That, indeed, they are One.”

“If we’re all just the same person trying out different lives,” the boy said, “you don’t need to give away shoes. ’Cuz it don’t matter.” “You wouldn’t hit yourself in the face, would you? If I make your life better, I make my own better.” “That’s crazy talk,” the boy said. “I think you’re just a nice person.”

“People seek out this place,” Vstim said. “They like the life of the Reshi. Here, they can simply go with the island. Fight when it fights another island. Relax otherwise. There will be people like this in any culture, for every society is made of individuals. You must learn this. Do not let your assumptions about a culture block your ability to perceive the individual, or you will fail.”