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April 25 - May 15, 2024
HIS BROTHER!! AHHHHH
“Ten times,” Kaladin whispered. “Ten escape attempts in eight months, fleeing from five different masters. And how many of them worked?”
That’s what you had to do, learn to survive. Brace yourself, weather the storm.
But expectations were like fine pottery. The harder you held them, the more likely they were to crack.
Choosing a good profession and working hard at it was the best way to ensure good placement in the afterlife.
Thank god thats not how it is in the real world
“Let me see the map,” Kaladin said. Tvlakv hesitated, then held it up for Kaladin. Kaladin reached through the bars and snatched the paper. Then, without reading it, Kaladin ripped it in two. In seconds he’d shredded it into a hundred pieces in front of Tvlakv’s horrified eyes.
YESSS LETS GO KAL!! Fuck those dudes
“But … after what he did …” Kaladin shrugged. “I didn’t say Tvlakv isn’t a bastard. He’s just a likable bastard.” He hesitated, then grimaced. “Those are the worst kind. When you kill them, you end up feeling guilty for it.”
“Ignorance is hardly unusual, Miss Davar. The longer I live, the more I come to realize that it is the natural state of the human mind. There are many who will strive to defend its sanctity and then expect you to be impressed with their efforts.”
But in order to learn where she kept her Soulcaster. And then Shallan would steal it.
Ooo what a turn of events 0.0
Their bridge lurched, skidding on the ground and making a sickening crunch as the mass of bodies fell over one another.
Ew
“Well, I myself find that respect is like manure. Use it where needed, and growth will flourish. Spread it on too thick, and things just start to smell.”
“Brightness … I believe you stray into sarcasm.” “Funny. I thought I’d run straight into it, screaming at the top of my lungs.”
Shes the best
The world would find them anyway. It was good at these kinds of games.
No, this place wasn’t natural. The land had been broken. And now it broke the people who came to it.
He cut off with a gagging noise as Kaladin lunged forward, grabbing Gaz by the neck. Gaz lifted an arm in surprise, but Kaladin batted it away and swept the man’s legs out from under him, slamming him down to the rocky ground, throwing up a splash of water.
THATS MY MAN!!
“The world just changed, Gaz,” Kaladin said, leaning in close. “I died down at that chasm. Now you’ve got my vengeful spirit to deal with.”
AHHH HES SO HOTT
Balat walked down the steps one at a time, the vines shaking and pulling away before his feet fell. It had been nearly six months since Shallan’s departure.
Is this her brother ??
his sister Jasnah—had
Hold up is this the girl Shallan is trying to steal from?!
“The Codes state that a general may not ask a man to do anything he would not do himself. Tell me, Sadeas. Would you run at the front of those bridges you use?”
You must find the most important words a man can say. … A quote from the ancient text The Way of Kings.
OH HE SAID IT
“Brightlord Sadeas,” Wit said, taking a sip of wine. “I’m terribly sorry to see you here.”
Same though
“I point out truths when I see them, Brightlord Sadeas. Each man has his place. Mine is to make insults. Yours is to be in-sluts.”
AHHHH IM DEAD
“And it turns out that lighteyes don’t react very well when you turn down their gifts.”
What the hell does that mean
Everyone else was so concerned with looking strong, with proving themselves. Was he really the only one who saw how frivolous that was? Strength for strength’s sake? What good was strength unless you did something with it?
Everyone else can speak lies, but I can’t speak the truth? Do your sons mean so little to you?” Dalinar froze, looking as if he’d been slapped.
Ope...
Men are very good at seeing what they want to! Look at the king. He sees a killer in every shadow, and a worn strap becomes a convoluted plot to take his life.”
Adolin is speaking fact after fact
Battle was a masculine art. A woman wanting to come to the battlefield was like … well, like a man wanting to read. Unnatural.
Oh shush it
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.”
“Is it hard for you, Jasnah? Painful, I mean?” “Atheism is not a disease, Your Majesty,” Jasnah said dryly. “It’s not as if I’ve caught a foot rash.”
Get his ass
“Must someone, some unseen thing, declare what is right for it to be right? I believe that my own morality—which answers only to my heart—is more sure and true than the morality of those who do right only because they fear retribution.”
“Yes?” “What is that?” Gaz said, pointing. “Bridge crew. Carrying what I believe is … yes, it’s a bridge.”
Kal please never change
They had somehow lost their Stormlight, and were now dun, their life run out.
Oh yeah hes draining them for strength or luck
“Urithiru is just a fable.” “Odd. One would think that your type would be used to believing in fables.”
Got him!!
But if I live, they’ll remember it. And it will give them hope. They might see it as a miracle.” Syl was silent for a moment. “Do you want to be a miracle?” “No,” Kaladin whispered. “But for them, I will be.”
They didn’t speak as the sun slowly sank before them. Why was it most colorful when it was about to vanish for the night? Was it angry at being forced below the horizon? Or was it a showman, giving a performance before retiring? Why was the most colorful part of people’s bodies—the brightness of their blood—hidden beneath the skin, never to be seen unless something went wrong?
To many, writing a history is not about truth, but about presenting the most flattering picture of themselves and their motives.
“The bread was poisoned. Backbreaker powder. Very lethal, dusted over the bread to look like flour. I suspect the bread was similarly treated every time he visited. His goal was to get me to eat a piece.”
No way he died eating his own poison lol what a fucking idiot
Because it would make me one of you. Because I can’t look at that weapon and not see the faces of the men its wielder slaughtered so offhandedly. Because … because …
“If I should die,” Dalinar said, “then I would do so having lived my life right. It is not the destination that matters, but how one arrives there.”
You were wrong, Father, he thought. You said I’d learn to deal with the deaths. And yet here I am. Years later. Same problem.
Me though
“The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon. Too often, we forget that.”
She wore a red dress. The color did not look good on her.
Okay shade
I see their faces in mirrors. Symbols, twisted, inhuman …”
Im pretty sure those are the same things that Shallan was seeing
Hundreds died each week, winning gems for men who were already rich, winning vengeance for a king long dead.
“Put two men together, and they will find something to argue about. Gather them into groups, and one group will find reason to oppress or attack another.
At times, it seems to me that to be human is to want that which we cannot have.
“Something bigger than our war here, something bigger than Gavilar. Have you heard of the twisted things men say when they die? Most ignore it, but surgeons are talking. And stormwardens whisper that the highstorms are growing more powerful.”
Is this why we keep seeing everyones last words?
Plus, so long as I’ve got one hand, I can still do this.” He covertly made a rude gesture toward the marching soldiers.
lopens going to die and im not ready for that
This is my choice, he thought as the Parshendi archers formed up. It’s not some angry god watching me, not some spren playing tricks, not some twist of fate. It’s me. I chose to follow Tien. I chose to charge the Shardbearer and save Amaram. I chose to escape the slave pits. And now, I choose to try to rescue these men, though I know I will probably fail.
SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP
