Calamity (Reckoners, #3)

by Brandon Sanderson

The room spun, and for a moment I felt like a grasshopper stapled to a Frisbee.

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.

People are people. Whatever happens, they make communities, struggle for normalcy.

“We’re not moments, Megan, you and me. We’re events. You say you might not be the same person you were a year ago? Well, who is? I’m sure not. We change, like swirling clouds and a rising sun. The cells in me have died, and new ones were born. My mind has changed, and I don’t feel the thrill of killing Epics I once did. I’m not the same David. Yet I am.”

My Megan is a sunrise, always changing, but beautiful the entire time.”

The world is ruled by deific beings who can do stuff like melt buildings into puddles of acid, and all people can think of to do with their phones is take pictures of their pets and try to figure out how to get laid.

Said he’d rather get cussed out by someone who meant it than be smiled at by someone who didn’t.”

“Because if you are so powerful,” Megan whispered, “if you have all of these resources, then you don’t have any excuses left for failing.”