Words of Radiance (Stormlight Archive, The)
Brandon Sanderson
Language: English
Pages: 1328
ISBN: 0765365286
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Brandon Sanderson's epic Stormlight Archive continues with his #1 New York Times bestselling Words of Radiance. Six years ago, the Assassin in White killed the Alethi king, and now he's murdering rulers all over Roshar; among his prime targets is Highprince Dalinar. Kaladin is in command of the royal bodyguards, a controversial post for his low status, and must protect the king and Dalinar, while secretly mastering remarkable new powers linked to his honorspren, Syl. Shallan bears the burden of preventing the return of the Voidbringers and the civilization-ending Desolation that follows. The Shattered Plains hold the answer, where the Parshendi are convinced by their war leader to risk everything on a desperate gamble with the very supernatural forces they once fled.
with a mink if there are no telm to be found,” she said. “Those deserters have to kill to survive out here. Didn’t you say there was probably going to be a highstorm tonight?” “Yes,” Tvlakv said, reluctant. “Two hours after sunset, if the list I bought is correct.” “I don’t know how bandits normally weather the storms,” Shallan said, “but they’ve obviously committed to chasing us down. I’d bet they plan to use the wagons as shelter after killing us. They’re not going to let us go.” “Perhaps,”
wagon hit a particularly large rock. “I made myself glow last night, by the fire with Tvlakv.” “Yes.” “Do you know why?” “Lies.” “My dress changed,” Shallan said. “I swear the scuffs and rips were gone last night. They’ve returned now, though.” “Mmm. Yes.” “I have to be able to control this thing we can do. Jasnah called it Lightweaving. She implied it was far safer to practice than Soulcasting.” “The book?” Shallan frowned, sitting back against the bars on the side of the wagon. Beside
The young woman was an ardent, and had no right whatsoever to have such lush eyelashes or delicate features. Rushu had joined the ardentia to escape the advances of men. A silly choice, judging by the way male ardents always wanted to work with her. Fortunately, she was also brilliant. And Navani could always find a use for someone brilliant. “I’ll read it later,” Navani said in a gently chiding voice. “We have work to do now, Rushu.” “. . . changed even when he was in the other room,” Rushu
humming to Anxiety. Most who had come were workers or nimbleforms. That made sense. The warforms were too pragmatic for gawking. Eshonai and her stormform warriors left the town’s center ring. She allowed Venli to tag along behind, but paid the woman no heed. Eshonai eventually approached the barracks on the leeward side of the city, a large group of buildings built together to form a community for the soldiers. Though her troops were not required to sleep here, many did so. The practice
These passed around the map Shallan had drawn, Isasik riding to the side, chin raised, as if pointedly ignoring the praise the women were giving Shallan’s map. Dalinar needed all these scholars, though he wished he didn’t. Each scribe he brought was another life he risked. That was made worse by Navani herself coming. He couldn’t dismiss her argument. If you think it’s safe enough for you to bring the girl, then it’s safe enough for me. As Dalinar made his way toward Sebarial’s oncoming