Shadows for Silence in the Forests of Hell

by Brandon Sanderson

He can kindle fire on even the deepest of nights, and no shade will dare come for his soul.

Names didn’t mean a whole lot in the Forests. Or maybe they meant everything. The right ones, that was.

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

At times, she thought of the fire as her grandmother. Defiant of both the shades and the forts, right until the end.

The only way to learn is to do, Silence. And you’ll learn, one way or another!

“Night comes upon us . . .” Silence whispered, choking at the words, “. . . but sunlight will break.” William Ann arched her back, then fell still. “Sleep now . . . my . . . my dear one . . . let your tears fade. Darkness surrounds us, but someday . . . we’ll wake. .