The Frugal Wizard's Handbook for Surviving Medieval England

by Brandon Sanderson

Oh hell. Was I a cosplayer? And why could I remember that word, but not my own name?

Yes, this knowledge is often attached to the arcane or unseen in the stories—but what is magic but a science not yet discovered?

Horses were less the thundering creatures of pounding hoofbeats and unparalleled speed found in movies and more like golf carts that ran on a tank of grass and occasionally bit you.

There is no only when it comes to goodness and joy. The smallest amount is as large as the universe, and one boy saved from a pit is a precious work beyond that of any king’s treasury.”

Trees, it occurred to me, were like teenagers. They loomed in aggregation.

“Do not be ashamed of your joy,” he told us, his voice intense. “Regardless of what aelv Ryan says. This is not a thing of shame. It is why I fight. It is why my sons bled. Never be ashamed of joy.”

“Honored One,” Ealstan said to her. “Woden is here, serving our enemies.” “Yes,” Thokk said. “Earlier, you said he only cared about sacrifice and blood. You are wrong. My brother cares only about who is winning. He always wants to be on the side that is going to be victorious.

I’d assumed an eventual rematch would be a way to take back my dignity. Turns out, nobody can take that from you. You’ve got to throw it away.