Shadows for Silence in the Forests of Hell

by Brandon Sanderson

“Hush now, my dear one . . . be not afraid. Night comes upon us, but sunlight will break. Sleep now, my dear one . . . let your tears fade. Darkness surrounds us, but someday we’ll wake. . . .”

Don’t kindle flame, don’t shed the blood of another, don’t run at night. These things draw shades.

She wasn’t weak, she was just . . . normal. A woman could be strong without having the emotions of a brick.

Never call this land hell, he had said. Respect the land as you would a dangerous beast, but do not hate it.