More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Neither form could create art. Not well, at least. Mateform was better, but came with a whole host of other problems.
Instead, she and the others had ordered the murder of the Alethi king in a desperate gambit to stop the listener gods from returning.
Do not let your assumptions about a culture block your ability to perceive the individual, or you will fail.”
Thude glanced from Bila to Eshonai. “Food?” he asked. “Is that your answer to every disagreement?” Eshonai asked, breaking her song. “It’s hard to argue with your mouth full,” Thude said. “I’m sure I’ve seen you do just that,” Bila said. “Many times.” “The arguments end happy, though,” Thude said. “Because everyone is full. So . . . food?” “Fine,” Bila said, glancing at Eshonai.
This is progress, Eshonai thought, staring at the little smoky spren inside the stone. Progress is learning to control your world. Put up walls to stop the storms, choose when to become a mate. Progress was taking nature and putting a box around it.
She is trying to convince herself
No, Jasnah had not approved of seduction as a tool. However, people responded differently to those who looked in control of themselves.
Expectation wasn’t just about what people expected of you. It was about what you expected of yourself.
Cowards, she thought again, or just men disillusioned? Rocks who started rolling down a hillside, only to start going so quickly they don’t know how to stop?
“You live lies,” Pattern said. “It gives you strength. But the truth . . . Without speaking truths you will not be able to grow, Shallan. I know this somehow.”
