Brandon Sanderson

Brightlord Adolin insisted. So long as you were in here, he wouldn't leave. We tried to stop him, but the man__ a prince. We can__ storming make him do anything, not even leave. He locked himself away in the cell and we just had to live with it.

I like visiting people in prison. I can say whatever I want to them, and they can__ do anything about it.

Kaladin frowned. __ait. Are you wearing cologne? In prison?___ell, there was no need to be barbaric, just because I was incarcerated.___torms, you__e spoiled,_ Kaladin said, smiling.____ refined, you insolent farmer,_ Adolin said. Then he grinned. __esides, I__l have you know that I had to use cold water for my baths while here.___oor boy.

You'll want something mid-range. A 5.56 all right?""I suppose.""AR-15?""Ugh. AR-15? I'd rather not have my gun break down on me every second week." Besides, every wannabe and their dog had an M16 or M4 variant these days."G7.""Not accurate enough.""FAL?""A 7.62? Maybe," I said. "Though I hate the triggers.""As picky as a woman with her shoes," Abraham grumbled."Hey," I said. "That's insulting." I knew plenty of women who were pickier with their guns than they were with their shoes.

Ear demons are totally real," Cody said. "They're what make microphones like these ones work. They're also what tell you to eat the last slice of pie when you know Tia wanted it.

Two blind men waited at the end of an era, contemplating beauty.

Does the king know you're back?""Nope! I'm trying to think of a properly dramatic way to inform him. Perhaps a hundred chasmfiends marching in unison, singing an ode to my magnificence.""That sounds_ hard.""Yeah, the storming things have real trouble tuning their tonic chords and maintaining just intonation.""I have no idea what you just said.""Yeah, the storming things have real trouble tuning their tonic chords and maintaining just intonation.

This lot won't suffer you forever.I wouldn't see you dead by their knives; I see a fine man within you Wit.""Yes, He tasted quite delicious.

This is a lot more satisfying," he said, "when I have intelligent life whom I can render awed, rapt with attention for my clever verbosity."The ugly lizard-crab-thing on the next rock over clicked its claw, an almost hesitant sound."Your right, of course," Wit said. "My usual audience isn't particularly intelligent. That was also the obvious joke, however, so shame on you.

I__l admit, Jasnah, that I empathize with your skepticism, but I don__ agree with it. I just think you've been looking for God in the wrong plac

One can have a wit, but not a witless

Surround yourself with people too afraid to speak, and you left yourself to only your own ideas. That could be disastrous. It was important to have men who would question you and see flaws in your plans, so long as you could control them. It was all about control.

If the afterlife really is a big war,_ Kaladin said, __hen I hope I end up in Damnation. At least there I might be able to get a wink or two of sleep.

He saw it in her eyes. The anguish, the frustration. The terrible nothing that clawed inside and sought to smother her. She knew. It was there, inside. She had been br

I hope to return. I__l do so if I__ not killed. Probably will anyway.

Do not deride someone's faith simply because you do not share it, Lord Cladent," Sazed said quietly.

A book lives a new life every time it is read.

Fleet kept running,_ Kaladin growled, getting back under Elhokar__ arm.__hat?___e couldn't win, but he kept running. And when the storm caught him, it didn't matter that he__ died, because he__ run for all he had.___ure. All right._ The king sounded groggy, though Kaladin couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or the blood loss.__e all die in the end, you see,_ Kaladin said. __o I guess what truly matters is just how well you've run. And Elhokar, you've kept running since your father was killed, even if you screw up all the storming time.___hank you?_ the king said, drowsy.