Shadows for Silence in the Forests of Hell

by Brandon Sanderson

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

A simple nosebleed or issue of blood wouldn’t draw the shades; they wouldn’t even notice. It had to be the blood of another, shed by your hands—and

“What do you think you’re about, William Ann?” Silence asked. “You intend to kill five men who had only half a dose of fenweed by yourself, Mother?”

THE SASS

“Mother,” William Ann whispered as they walked. “Why don’t you believe in God anymore?” “Is this really the time, girl?”

Loooool why don’t you believe in god as they’re walking through a dangerous forest about to kill 😭🤣