Jorgen didn’t say anything. He kept driving, wind blowing in his too-neat, too-perfect hair.
The scents, unfortunately, did not go away with the light. And they remained a signal, defiant as any banner, of what had happened here. Blood. The stench of burning bodies. In the end, loss and victory smelled the same.
I’m sorry I drove you to suicide. Here’s some bread.
Anyone can blow their face off by accident – I mean, who hasn’t – but if you do it twice in a row, you look really silly.
Everyone who is your enemy must also be an evil person?
Words are important,” Gavilar said. “Much more than you give them credit for being.” “Perhaps,” Dalinar said. “But if they were all-powerful, you wouldn’t need my sword, would you?” “Perhaps. I can’t help feeling words would be enough, if only I knew the right ones to say.
But the person who is willing to reconsider their assumptions? The hero who can sit down and reevaluate their life? Well, now that is a gemstone that truly glitters, friend.
They were doomed. Those bridgemen would be dead by now. But Dalinar blessed them for their sacrifice. It might have been meaningless as an end, but it had changed the journey.
I am human,” the large beast said quietly.
Fun tip: Being told ‘I kept you in the dark to protect you’ is not only frustrating, but condescending as well. It’s a truly economical way to demean someone; if you’re looking to fit more denigration into an already busy schedule, give it a try.
There was nothing quite so frustrating as soft words being wielded like clubs.
The sea was so open, so welcoming. Pay her a little respect, and she would carry you anywhere you wished to go. She’d even feed you along the way and lull you to sleep with her songs at night.
That’s the way of most rulership,” Ham mused. “What is a government but an institutionalized method of making sure somebody else does all the work?
The four guardian ships swarmed toward us, firing again. “Bim!” I screamed. I was pretty sure I saw him look toward me – light reflecting on his helmet visor – as the blasts hit his ship, overwhelming his shield with concentrated fire. Bim’s ship exploded into several large chunks, one of which slammed into my ship. I was flung to the side as my Poco went into a spin. Quirk screamed my name as the world rocked. The lights on my dash went insane, the “shield down” warning blaring.
It wouldn’t be polite for me to interrupt,” Notum said. “Please continue your insane rant.
The tree slowly fell over, playing dead.
Yes, very brave,” Shallan said. “We humans are known to bite.” “Ha ha. Yes, bite. And break your oaths and murder your spren. Ha ha.
I am growing so very tired.
Nothing would teach me but personal experience. I’m just going to have to muddle through these first few times.
Once there was a boy named Alcatraz. He did some stuff that was kind of interesting. Then one day, he betrayed those who depended on him, doomed the world, and murdered someone who loved him. The end.
Spren appear when something changes – when fear appears, or when it begins to rain. They are the heart of change, and therefore the heart of all things.