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October 22 - October 29, 2025
Szeth-son-son-Vallano, Truthless of Shinovar, wore white on the day he was to kill a king.
But wine was the great assassin of both tradition and propriety, and now the Alethi elite danced with abandon.
His punishment declared that they didn’t. His honor demanded that they did.
“What am I?” Szeth whispered, a bit of Light leaking from his lips as he looked past the man down the long hallway. “I’m … sorry.”
Why? Why did the Parshendi agree to this treaty, only to send an assassin the very night of its signing?
the lives of men became cheap things indeed.
Bridgemen aren’t supposed to survive. There’s something about that.
“Well, is this. We will remember you. Bridge Four, we won’t go back to how we were. Maybe all of us will die, but we’ll show the new ones. Fires at night. Laughter. Living. We’ll make a tradition out of it. For you.”
“that it won’t end here. Tell them I chose not to take my own life, and so there’s no way in Damnation I’m going to give it up to Sadeas.”
“Do you want to be a miracle?” “No,” Kaladin whispered. “But for them, I will be.”
Could a man both believe, and not believe, at the same time? Teft
An empty sphere after a storm, he thought. And a man who’s still alive when he should be dead. Two impossibilities.
for training him to think in terms of “us” and “them.”
Protect the “us,” destroy the “them.”
How easy it was to ignore a blackened heart if you dressed it in a pressed uniform and a reputation for honesty.
“Why is it you always have to help everyone?”
Hes placing his guilt over tien onto others- wants to sqve them since he couldnt save tien
“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. Too often, we forget that.”
Let them have their glory. For I will retain mine!”
Life before death. I’ve failed so often. I’ve been knocked to the ground and trod upon. Strength before weakness. This would be death I’d lead my friends to … Journey before destination. … death, and what is right.
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.
How could something so terrible be so beautiful at the same time?
found himself respecting the Parshendi as he killed them.
“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.
“It strikes me that religion—in its essence—seeks to take natural events and ascribe supernatural causes to them. I, however, seek to take supernatural events and find the natural meanings behind them. Perhaps that is the final dividing line between science and religion. Opposite sides of a card.”
You must prepare. Build of your people a fortress of strength and peace, a wall to resist the winds. Cease squabbling and unite.”
