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

by Brandon Sanderson

But expectations were like fine pottery. The harder you held them, the more likely they were to crack.

The means by which we achieve victory are as important as the victory itself.”

“What’s your real name, then?” Teft asked. “You won’t be able to say it.” Teft raised an eyebrow. “Numuhukumakiaki’aialunamor,”

“No, no assassins yet,” Wit said, amused. “I guess I’ve already got too much ass sass of my own.”

A man’s emotions are what define him, and control is the hallmark of true strength. To lack feeling is to be dead, but to act on every feeling is to be a child.”

‘Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination.’ ”

A young man with a strong face and long, curling black hair. He carried a spear. And he was glowing.

“I am … I was … God. The one you call the Almighty, the creator of mankind.” The figure closed his eyes. “And now I am dead. Odium has killed me. I am sorry.”