Kaladin, you’ve heard the stories. Men who walked on walls, men who bound the storms to them. Windrunners. Why would you want to be rid of something like this?” Kaladin struggled to define it. The healing, the way he never got hit, running at the front of the bridge … Yes, he’d known something odd was happening. Why did it frighten him so? Was it because he feared being set apart, like his father always was as the surgeon in Hearthstone? Or was it something greater? “I’m doing what the Radiants did,” he said.
