Words of Radiance (The Stormlight Archive, #2)

by Brandon Sanderson

It was as if . . . once she had feared the darkness, but now she had stepped into it.

Dignity was for rich folk who had time to make up games to play with one another.

“‘As I fear not a child with a weapon he cannot lift, I will never fear the mind of a man who does not think.’”

“If I protect . . . only the people I like, it means that I don’t care about doing what is right.” If he did that, he only cared about what was convenient for himself. That wasn’t protecting. That was selfishness.

Strength before weakness.

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

Dalinar did not fight for his life. His life hadn’t been his own for years.

He fought for Gavilar. He fought as he wished he had all those years ago, for the chance he had missed. In that moment between storms—when the rain stilled and the winds drew in their breaths to blow—he danced with the slayer of kings, and somehow held his own.

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