Chapter 34 For the Good of Roshar
Our most important task, Adolin thought, is to ?
Our most important task, Adolin thought, is to not let them claim ground inside this dome.
If the enemy could take the dome, then they’d have a large, fortified staging area in Azimir. The defenders would need more than archers and oil—they’d need boots on the ground inside the dome, keeping the enemy from seizing the entire thing from within.
AKA Warbreaker
Who?
Zahel? That’s him. Vasher changes his name sometimes. He never calls himself Warbreaker anymore! I liked that name, but he hates it. Isn’t that strange?
The man had a kindly face, oval, like a grain of wheat topped by flaxen hair. His hands were callused, with dirt under the nails, a true sign of _.
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The man had a kindly face, oval, like a grain of wheat topped by flaxen hair. His hands were callused, with dirt under the nails, a true sign of nobility.
It wasn’t merely victory that Adolin sought here, but _ as well.
It wasn’t merely victory that Adolin sought here, but redemption as well.
Sword Nimi told Kaladin would like Vivenna because of what?
“Vivenna?” Yes, she’s great. But she’s super, super grumpy. Do you know her? “Afraid not,” Kaladin said. Oh! You’d like her because you’re super grumpy too! You’d get along! Syl says you need a girlfriend because of various reasons. She won’t tell me the reasons, but I assume they’re good ones.
The spren move most things in the world, child, but they do not move _.
The spren move most things in the world, child, but they do not move people.
What would she have told him today? _, he thought.
Fight for something, not simply because you’re pointed that way by a monarch, no matter how beloved.
What would she have told him today? Care, he thought.
Fight for something, not simply because you’re pointed that way by a monarch, no matter how beloved.
What comes next:
Wind, Stone, _
“Do they speak of the ancient spren?” Kaladin asked. “Like the one that just spoke to us.”
“Wind, Stone, and Night,” Syl said. “From before humans arrived on Roshar. Few spren remember them, but there are old things here in Shinovar. Older than the gods themselves …”