The Stormlight rising from his exposed skin was enough to illuminate the chasm, and it cast shadows on the walls as he ran. Those seemed to become figures, crafted by the bones and branches stretching from the heaps on the ground. Bodies and souls. His movement made the shadows twist, as if turning to regard him.
Brandon SandersonWell, then," he said. "Let's do it." "What?" Vin asked. "Save the world." Elend said. "Stop the ash.
Brandon SandersonSo, there I was, tied to an altar made from outdated encyclopedias, about to get sacrificed to the dark powers by a cult of evil Librarians.
Brandon SandersonOur belief is often strongest when it should be weakest. That is the nature of hope.
Brandon Sanderson