The Sunlit Man

by Brandon Sanderson

No, even though he hated much about his life, he didn’t want to die. Even though each day he became something more feral…well, feral things knew to struggle for life.

Her dyed black hair might have been seen by some as vanity, but Nomad recognized it as a token of self-possession. She knew how she liked to look. And she didn’t care that others knew it was artificial. In expressing herself, the artificial became more authentic than the original.

“Even in science,” Contemplation said, “faith plays a role. Each experiment done, each step on the path of knowledge, is achieved by striking out into the darkness. You can’t know what you will find, or that you will find anything at all. It is faith that drives us—faith in answers that must exist.”

“It’s a day for insanity, folks.