Evershore (Skyward, #2.3)

by Brandon Sanderson

I was afraid I would never have the stomach for it, that I was soft and weak and would never be able to harden myself to do what needed to be done. But if I was being honest with myself, I was equally afraid that I would.

I couldn’t remember what it felt like to laugh. I wondered if that meant I had already drowned.

“Amphi,” I said, “why don’t I hear Nedder?” “Because he’s speechless for once,” Sadie said. “Like the Saint says,” Kimmalyn said, “if you don’t have anything to say, you might scare your flightleader into thinking you’re dead.” “I’m here,” Nedd said. “Just…wow.”