Words of Radiance (The Stormlight Archive, #2)

by Brandon Sanderson

Your eyes, son. Pale blue, like glassy water. Lighter than that of any king.”

“Damnation. That woman was right.” “Woman?” “Jasnah Kholin.”

The Ghostbloods. They weren’t trying to kill the Herald. They were trying to kill Amaram.

“My father,” Adolin said with a grunt, sweat from his nose dripping down onto the blade of the knife, “thinks I’m a better man than he is.” He strained, and felt Sadeas’s grip weaken. “Unfortunately for you, he’s wrong.” Sadeas whimpered. With a surge, Adolin forced the blade up past Sadeas’s nose and into the eye socket—piercing the eye like a ripe berry—then rammed it home into the brain.

Sadeas was dead.

THANK YOU ADOLIN

VERY WELL, the Stormfather finally said. THESE WORDS ARE ACCEPTED.

“That makes three of us. Windrunner, Bondsmith, Lightweaver.” “Four,” a voice said from the shadows of the stairwell. Renarin stepped up into the lit room.

“Truthwatcher.”

“I see.”

“A blind man awaited the era of endings,” Wit said, “contemplating the beauty of nature.”

In the center of it appeared Jasnah Kholin, standing tall.

“You’ll find God in the same place you’re going to find salvation from this mess,” Wit said. “Inside the hearts of men.”