Calamity (The Reckoners, #3)

by Brandon Sanderson

I felt cowardly, but part of being in a team was about recognizing when someone else could do a job better than you. And part of being a man was learning to let your immortal girlfriend take a turn being the heroic one.

Life was so unfair. You couldn’t both destroy everything around you and live like a king.

He’d always make the same joke. Yesterday, son, I wanted to watch the sunrise. But I just wasn’t up for it….

Pictures didn’t work—the sunrises never looked as spectacular on film. And eventually I realized, a sunrise isn’t a moment. It’s an event. You can’t capture a sunrise because it changes constantly—between eyeblinks the sun moves, the clouds swirl. It’s continually something new.

I met her eyes and shrugged. “I’m glad you’re not the same Megan. I don’t want you to be the same. My Megan is a sunrise, always changing, but beautiful the entire time.”

It was the difference between putting ketchup on your hot dog and decorating a cake. Best to let an expert take over.

“Nothing is ever decided at the early meetings, David. You got everyone pointed in the right direction, got them thinking. That’s important.”

We’ve been trying the same thing for too long; it is time to do something different.”

He rarely seemed to enjoy life. It was more that he let it pass around him, regarding it curiously, like a rock watching a river.