The Stormlight Archive, Books 1-3: The Way of Kings, Words of Radiance, Oathbringer

by Brandon Sanderson

“On top, is water. Beneath, is not. Is something else. Water of life. The place of the gods. This thing is true. I have met a god myself.” “A god like Syl?” Kaladin asked. “Or maybe a riverspren?” Those were somewhat rare, but supposedly able to speak at times in simple ways, like windspren. “No,” Rock said. He leaned in, as if saying something conspiratorial. “I saw Lunu’anaki.” “Uh, great,” Moash said. “Wonderful.” “Lunu’anaki,” Rock said, “is god of travel and mischief. Very powerful god. He came from depths of peak ocean, from realm of gods.” “What did he look like?” Lopen asked, eyes wide. “Like person,” Rock said. “Maybe Alethi, though skin was lighter. Very angular face. Handsome, perhaps. With white hair.” Sigzil looked up sharply. “White hair?” “Yes,” Rock said. “Not grey, like old man, but white—yet he is young man. He spoke with me on shore. Ha! Made mockery of my beard. Asked what year it was, by Horneater calendar. Thought my name was funny. Very powerful god.” “Were you scared?” Lopen asked. “No, of course not. Lunu’anaki cannot hurt man. Is forbidden by other gods. Everyone knows this.”

Rock has met hoid. Shardpools are entrance to shademar.