Men had always told Kaladin that he fought like nobody else. Heโd felt it on the first day heโd picked up a quarterstaff, though Tukksโs advice had helped him refine and channel what he could do. Kaladin had cared when he fought. Heโd never fought empty or cold. He fought to keep his men alive
Brandon SandersonCan you feel it? Something just changed. I believe thatโs the sound the world makes when it pisses itself.
Brandon SandersonNovels arenโt just happy escapes; they are slivers of peopleโs souls, nailed to the pages, dripping ink from veins of wood pulp. Reading the right one at the right time can make all the difference.
Brandon SandersonWhy did they believe? Because they saw miracles. Things one man took as chance, a man of faith took as a sign. A loved one recovering from disease, a fortunate business deal, a chance meeting with a long lost friend. It wasn't the grand doctrines or the sweeping ideals that seemed to make believers out of men. It was the simple magic in the world around them.
Brandon SandersonYou said their prayer - is this the religion you believe in, then?" "I believe in them all." Vin frowned. "None of them contradict each other?" Sazed smiled. "Oh, often and frequently they do. But, I respect the truths behind them all.
Brandon SandersonI have a smoke grenade in my room," I said. "What?" Megan asked. "How?" "I grew up working at a munitions plant," I said. "We mostly made rifles and handguns, but we worked with other factories. I got to pick up the occasional goody from the QC reject pile." "A smoke grenade is a goody?" Cody asked. I frowned. What did he mean? Of course it was. Who wouldn't want a smoke grenade when offered one?
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