Rhythm of War (The Stormlight Archive, #4)

by Brandon Sanderson

You can’t want me. I’m an accident. A mistake.

“Mistakes can’t be wonderful, Timbre. That’s what defines them as mistakes.”

Who did she think was listening? Was she only praying because she was afraid?

I’m afraid. And I have to hope that someone, somewhere, is listening. That someone has a plan. That it all matters somehow.

Confident, and somehow still full of hope, Teft died.

“I’m sorry,” Navani said through gritted teeth. “I’m … sorry. But next time … try … not … to be … so trusting.”

YES DIE YOU LITTLE B

Led by a few determined souls—including a gruff-looking man with one arm—the humans started fighting.

Cried here utterly hopeless and utterly noble

IT IS HIS ULTIMATE LIE, SON OF HONOR. THE LIE THAT SAYS YOU HAVE NO CHOICE. THE LIE THAT THERE IS NO MORE JOURNEY WORTH TAKING.

CONNECTING HIM, Dalinar said. UNITING HIM. The Stormfather rumbled. With what?

I think WITH BRIDGE FRICKIN FOUR!

“I know who you are, Kal.”

“I’m not good enough.” “You’re good enough for me.” “I wasn’t there.” Tien smiled. “You are here for me,

I accept that there will be those I cannot protect!

“Journey before destination, you bastard.”

Dang straight. Someone draw this

You in your way. Me in mine.”

obvious. Odium feared men who would not obey him.

Satan fears men who will not obey him

When they watch and let themselves be amazed, they are joining in the illusion. They’re giving you something vital. Something powerful. Something essential. Their belief.