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November 2 - November 30, 2025
Szeth-son-son-Vallano, Truthless of Shinovar, wore white on the day he was to kill a king.
It was worth a fortune; kingdoms had fallen as men vied to possess a single Shardblade.
Honor died eight months ago.
“Killing the lighteyes isn’t why I was made a slave,” Kaladin said. “It’s the one I didn’t kill that’s the problem.”
Words aren’t meant to be kept inside, you see. They are free creatures, and if locked away will unsettle the stomach.”
Those winds felt like live things at times. And who was to say they weren’t? Were windspren attracted to gusts of wind, or were they the gusts of wind?
people often expect irrational things from their inferiors.
She was a woman to the bone, master of the feminine arts, but not by any means delicate.
“You don’t like it then? I flew so far … I almost forgot myself. But I came back. I came back, Kaladin.”
And so what had been a war had become sport instead.
The means by which we achieve victory are as important as the victory itself.”
“You know,” Kaladin said to Syl, “talking to you probably doesn’t do anything for my reputation of being insane.” “I’ll do my best to stop being so interesting,” Syl said, alighting on his shoulder. She put her hands on her hips, then plopped down to a sitting position, smiling, obviously pleased with her comment.
“I,” she declared, raising a finger, “like him very much.” “Who? Rock?” “Yes,” she said, folding her arms. “He is respectful. Unlike others.” “Fine,” Kaladin said, lifting another stone into the wagon. “You can follow him around instead of bothering me.” He tried not to show worry as he said it. He had grown accustomed to her company.
“Chull dung,” Rock said. “It apparently has stronger taste than I assumed.” “Wait,” Teft said. “You put chull dung in Highprince Sadeas’s soup?” “Er, yes,” Rock said. “Actually, I put this thing in his bread too. And used it as a garnish on the pork steak. And made a chutney out of it for the buttered garams. Chull dung, it has many uses, I found.”
“I’m afraid that I’m compelled to find you fascinating.”
“Spren appear when something changes—when fear appears, or when it begins to rain. They are the heart of change, and therefore the heart of all things.”
‘Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination.’
“What you saw belongs to you. A story doesn’t live until it is imagined in someone’s mind.”
“The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.
We are not creatures of destinations. It is the journey that shapes us.
He listened to The Way of Kings and worked to discover what Gavilar’s last words had meant.
You and me both bro
“What is a man’s life worth?” Dalinar asked softly. “The slavemasters say one is worth about two emerald broams,” Kaladin said, frowning. “And what do you say?” “A life is priceless,” he said immediately, quoting his father. Dalinar smiled, wrinkle lines extending from the corners of his eyes. “Coincidentally, that is the exact value of a Shardblade. So today, you and your men sacrificed to buy me twenty-six hundred priceless lives. And all I had to repay you with was a single priceless sword. I call that a bargain.”
