Words of Radiance (The Stormlight Archive, #2)

by Brandon Sanderson

“I don’t like how you get,” she said, seeming small, “when you think about him. You stop being you. You stop thinking. Please.”

Relatable.

he’d been something of a duelist himself,

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.’”

Sick burn.

He was suddenly aware of her pressed against his back. Holding him, breath warm on his neck. She trembled, and he thought he could hear in her voice both terror and fascination at their situation.

Boom, let’s do this. I love these scenes. Sanderson, well done on writing scenes that have some sexual tension.

She was a warmth in his arms, and he held to her as much as she did him, both of them sitting hunched against the rock, his head brushing the top of the hollowed hole.

More. I love it.

In a flash of light, he saw her eyes as she looked up from where her head had been resting against his chest, beads of water on her eyelashes. With his hands around her waist, hers around him, it was as close as he’d held a woman since Tarah.

Don’t tease me! This needs to go somewhere. They fit together like a good pair of gloves.

For now, he wanted to think—though he was still glad for her presence. And aware of it in more ways than one, pushed against him and wearing the wet, increasingly tattered dress.

Hooray, I love when humans have human emotions in these books. Let him feel some lust once in a while! The situation calls for it.