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March 23 - April 15, 2021
Adolin has a good heart—as good as that of his father, who may be the best man I have ever known.
A leader did not slump. A leader was in control. Even when he least felt like he controlled anything. Especially then.
“You,” Syl said. “You’re going to need to become what Dalinar Kholin is looking for. Don’t let him search in vain.”
He had many memories he’d rather be without.
“To be human is to seek beauty,
“It will be said,” Lopen continued, “you should never bet against the one-armed Herdazian in a drinking contest!” “You weigh about as much as a starved axehound, Lopen,” Moash said skeptically. “Ah, but I have focus.”
“That was a joke, bridgeboy.” “My mistake. I was under the impression that jokes were supposed to be funny.” “Only to people with a sense of humor.” “Ah, of course,” Kaladin said. “I traded in my sense of humor long ago.” “And what did you get for it?” “Scars,” Kaladin said softly.
“Why do you care?” Wyndle asked again. He sounded curious. Not a challenge. An attempt to understand. “Because someone has to.”
“Because this is the act of childish men who assume that I can be embarrassed by the truth.”
“‘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.’”
Unlike a sword, scorn has only the bite you give it.”
If I have to watch this world crumble and burn to get what I need, I will do so. With tears, yes, but I would let it happen.”
No man walked through life without getting covered in it,
“Ain’t nothing wrong with being a woman, gancho,” Lopen said. “Some of my relatives are women.”
Instead, the secure, stable sense of determination that whispered that no matter who you were—or what you did—you could not hurt him. Could not change him. He was. Like the wind and rocks were.
“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 Lopen made a fist with his hand, clutching the sphere inside. In the next room over, his mother scolded a king.
