Adele B

“Derethil and his men set sail, and though the winds were still, they rode the Wandersail around the whirlpool, using the momentum to spin them out and away from the islands. Long after they left, they could see the smoke rising from the ostensibly peaceful lands. They gathered on the deck, watching, and Derethil asked Nafti the reason for the terrible riots.”
Hoid fell silent, letting his words rise with the strange smoke, lost to the night.
“Well?” Kaladin demanded. “What was her response?”
“Holding a blanket around herself, staring with haunted eyes at her lands, she replied, ‘Do you not see, Traveling One? If the emperor is dead, and has been all these years, then the murders we committed are not his responsibility. They are our own.”
― Brandon Sanderson, The Way of Kings

“Run. Flee. I'll chase you. I will never stop. I am eternal. I am the storm.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Rhythm of War

“We have lost, finally. Honor is dead."
"Yes," a quiet voice said. "Honor is dead."
Both Heralds spun to see Kaladin Stormblessed slowly pushing himself up to a seated position, hair disheveled, blue uniform rumpled, dirt on his face. He looked at his right hand, what was left of it, and grimaced. Then he sighed and heaved himself to his feet.
"But," Stormblessed said, "I'll see what I can do.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Wind and Truth

“Hey, Hoid. Can I catch a ride up there with you?”
"The new coachman shrugged, making room for Wayne on top of the carriage.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Shadows of Self