Edgedancer (The Stormlight Archive, #2.5)

by Brandon Sanderson

“Is that how many that is? Sure, then. Ten.” She lowered her hands. “If I can’t count it on my fingers, it’s unlucky.” And she’d been that many for three years now. So there. “Seems like there are a lot of unlucky ages,” Huqin said, sounding amused. “Sure are,” she agreed.

“Have you realized,” Wyndle said, “that while you claim to be a master thief, I do all of the work in this relationship?” “You do all the complainin’ too,”

“Wow. Well then, Gaw. I don’t talk to myself because I’m crazy.” “No?” “I do it because I’m awesome.”

“That makes no sense.” “Of course it makes sense,” Gawx said. “It’s government. This is all very well detailed in the codes and . . .”

Over the last two years, she’d picked the most difficult places to enter. Then she’d snuck in. And eaten their dinners.

Lift prepared to be awesome.

“It’s forbidden. You must discover it on your own.” “That’s what I’m doing. I’m discovering it. From you. Tell me, or I’ll bite you.” “What?” “I’ll bite you,” she said. “I’ll gnaw on you, Void-bringer. You’re a vine, right? I eat plants. Sometimes.”

Oh, we’ve jumped right into the sea of glass feet-first, but we barely know what we’re doing!

So even the spren don't know what's happening... We're really out here discovering shit as we go

“Did you know we were considering bonding this nice cobbler man instead of you? A very kindly man who took care of children. I could have lived quietly, helping him, making shoes. I could have done an entire display of shoes!”

I feel like that meme with the white board

“Mistress, please don’t get yourself killed. It would be traumatic. Why, I think it would take me months and months to get over it!”

They all seemed to just . . . know what to do. Cremlings knew to scuttle, plants knew to grow. Everything had its place. “The only thing I’ve ever known how to do was hunt food,” Lift whispered.

“Who tells you how to decide what to do with your time? Was it your parents who showed you? What’s the secret?”

The world couldn’t be completely bad when it had soft clothes.

“What am I supposed to do there, if I do come back?” “ ‘Anything you want,’ ” Gawx wrote. “ ‘I promise.’ ” That was the problem.

She was annoyed, impatient, and out of pancakes.

I relate to her so bad lol but she's also very annoying so I'm having an identity crisis

“Right. Listen and scream. I can listen and scream. I’m good at these things.” He made a sound like taking a deep breath, though so far as she knew he didn’t need to breathe.

“Did you hear me not-whimpering?” “No.” “I was too frightened to even make a sound!”

Oh Wyndle 😂

“Oooookay,” Lift said. “But you didn’t attack me.” “No. The sword likes you.” “Great. I like the sword too.”

But Lift . . . Lift would remember him.

Please, say this thought outloud, I'm begging you

I feel lost, like a soldier on a battlefield who can’t remember which banner is hers,

“You know, the day the Al-mighty was handin’ out brains to folks? I went out for flatbread that day.”

“You’re an insult to the order you would claim,” Darkness said, striding after her. “Sure, probably,” Lift called. “Storms, I’m an insult to my own self most days.”