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shelter a seed of humanity through the coming storm.
saw them in mirrors, in the corners of my eyes. I could swear I even heard them whispering,
“That fool, Dust?
Felt
Voidspren,”
Moelach is one of the most powerful in this regard. His touch seeps into a soul as it breaks apart from the body, creating manifestations powered by the spark of death itself.
“I am the sliver of Him that remains. I saw His corpse, saw Him die when Odium murdered Him. And I . . . I fled. To continue as I always have. The piece of God left in this world, the winds that men must feel.”
Didn’t he wear spectacles? She hadn’t seen them on him much lately.
He did so, wincing as it appeared.
But who is the wanderer, the wild piece, the one who makes no sense? I glimpse at his implications, and the world opens to me. I shy back. Impossible. Is it?
The delay is primarily something of the dead. They need to be revived each time.
“So they’re all spren,” he said. “Shardblades.” Syl grew solemn. “Dead spren,” Kaladin added. “Dead,” Syl agreed. “Then they live again a little when someone summons them, syncing a heartbeat to their essence.”
“The Honorblades are what we are based on, Kaladin. Honor gave these to men, and those men gained powers from them. Spren figured out what He’d done, and we imitated it. We’re bits of His power, after all, like this sword.
With this sword, someone can do what you can, but without the . . . checks a spren requires.”
“This sword gave the assassin power to use Lashings, but it also fed upon his Stormlight. A person who uses this will need far, far more Light than you will. Dangerous levels of it.”
Were the highstorms all one storm that rounded the planet, or did a new one start at the Origin each time, as mythology claimed?
“We only knew the term because of old Gavilar’s visions.
Why did your brother seek out the Skybreakers?
Sons of Honor.
The Sons of Honor had, at long last, achieved their goal. Gavilar would be proud.
Then, I restored you.” “Impossible.” “Not if it is done before the brain dies.
My people have the other Honorblades, and have kept them safe for millennia.
enormous, minklike creature with the mane of hair that burst out around and behind its head.
B
ODIUM DESTROYED THE ALMIGHTY HIMSELF.
Tanavast was a fine enough fellow—bought me drinks once—but he was not God.
