The Way of Kings (The Stormlight Archive, #1)

by Brandon Sanderson

“Rock, this is not my real name,” the Horneater admitted. “Is just what lowlanders can pronounce.” “What’s your real name, then?” Teft asked. “You won’t be able to say it.” Teft raised an eyebrow. “Numuhukumakiaki’aialunamor,” Rock said.

“We shall see soon enough,” Hesina said, glancing at Kal. “Don’t let your father’s words unnerve you. He always gets pessimistic at times like this.” “I do not,” Lirin said. She gave him a look. “Name one other time.” “Meeting my parents.”

Savage

Kaladin snorted. “I’ve seen plenty of lighteyes with that same reputation, and I’ve been disappointed by them every time. I’ll tell you about Brightlord Amaram sometime.” “Amaram?” Skar asked. “The Shardbearer?” “You’ve heard of that?” Kaladin asked. “Sure,” Skar said. “He’s supposed to be on his way here. Everyone’s talking about it in the taverns. Were you with him when he won his Shards?” “No,” Kaladin said softly. “Nobody was.”

👀

The look of utter shock Jasnah displayed was nearly worth the night spent feeling sick and guilty. Jasnah’s eyes bulged and she sputtered for a moment, trying to find words. Shallan blinked, taking a Memory of that. She couldn’t help herself.

I wish I could see this