Words of Radiance (The Stormlight Archive, #2)

by Brandon Sanderson

For Oliver Sanderson, Who was born during the middle of the writing of this book, and was walking by the time it was done.

The sign on the wall proposed a greater danger, even, than its deadline. To foresee the future is of the Voidbringers.

“Well, if you want to kill me, you could always let your breath do the job.”

He turned to walk toward Renarin. As Yake picked up one of the colored stones Zahel had been throwing, the man said, without looking, “And don’t touch my rocks!” Yake jumped and dropped the stone.

“I ain’t grouchy,” Teft snapped. “I just have a low threshold for stupidity.”

“I can see what you’re up to.” “Five foot six inches,” Shallan said. “I suspect that’s all I will ever be up to, unfortunately.”

“What if you need to poop?” she asked instead.

“So yes, I, Adolin Kholin—cousin to the king, heir to the Kholin princedom—have shat myself in my Shardplate. Three times, all on purpose.” He downed the rest of his wine. “You are a very strange woman.”

“Honor is dead,” a voice whispered from beside him. Dalinar turned and looked at Captain Kaladin. He hadn’t noticed the bridgeman walking down the steps behind him. Kaladin took a deep breath, then looked at Dalinar. “But I’ll see what I can do.

You could not kill the wind. You could not stop it. It was beyond the touch of men. It was infinite. . . .

“We’ll do it, bridgeboy. You and I. We’re going to bring that monster down.”

“Yes you do,” Skar said from outside the ring of guards. “You’re Bridge Four.” Rlain looked at him. “I’m a traitor.” “Ha!” Rock said. “Is little problem. Can be fixed.”

Great. He was creepy and whiny.

“I will protect even those I hate,” Kaladin whispered through bloody lips. “So long as it is right.”

“You sent him to the sky to die, assassin,” Kaladin said, Stormlight puffing from his lips, “but the sky and the winds are mine. I claim them, as I now claim your life.”

“The Knights Radiant,” Szeth screamed, “cannot have returned.” “They have,” Kaladin said, yanking his spear back. “And they’re going to kill you.”