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October 6, 2018
an ornate red and yellow rug, mirrors hanging
way, still wearing his Shardplate. The troops could have made their way back to the warcamps by another route—there was still a bridge on the other side, leading farther out onto the Plains. They could have moved eastward, then wrapped back around. Dalinar, however, had made the call—much to Sadeas’s dismay—that they would wait and tend the wounded, resting the few hours it would take to get a bridge crew. Adolin glanced toward the pavilion, which tinkled with laughter.
he’s
the barrack. Stormfather! Where was
the
“He must pick it up, the fallen title! The tower, the crown, and the spear!” —Dated
—From the personal journal of Navani Kholin, Jeseses 1174 Shallan
lie.” “The joke?” “Yes.” “Please don’t think too hard,” Shallan said. “It wasn’t a particularly good joke. If you want to ponder a real one, consider that stopping the return of the Voidbringers might depend on me, of all people.”
towering. A work of square blocks and small windows, dappled by dark
Parshendi savages, and everyone says they hadn’t ever met people until that day they encountered the Alethi expedition. If those things are true,
Kaladin felt a moment of sheer panic.
flowing back into the warcamps from the Shattered
The Unmade are a deviation, a flair, a conundrum that may not be worth your time. You cannot help
fifty feet into the air, pulled at the front corners and centers. In
Just . . . sort of.” “That’s
“Lightweavers make no oaths beyond
the ardents
clashed, and his main body of elites had come up to press at the flank. The rearguard had found some civilians and was shoving them into the street. “Pick a corpse,” Dalinar said, pointing
a blur. I can remember some events surrounding
across
them, after what they did to you?” “They’re my people.”
the same quote to a different level of
feeling
kept him talking. As Shallan created each new platform, Adolin would lightly touch Kaladin on the elbow or shoulder and the bridgeman would step forward. Kaladin’s spren hovered nearby, but she let Adolin guide the conversation.
we can do about that.” “Then we camp here.” “But—” Kaladin said. “We
