Brandon Sanderson’s epic Stormlight Archive fantasy series will continue with Wind and Truth, the concluding volume of the first major arc of this ten-book series. A defining pillar of Sanderson’s “Cosmere” fantasy book universe, this newest installment of The Stormlight Archive promises huge developments for the world of Roshar, the struggles of the Knights Radiant (and friends!), and for the Cosmere at large.
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Chapter 3: The Cost of Heroism
The Wind told me, before she vanished, that it was the change in Odium’s vessel that restored her voice. I wonder. Perhaps it is the new storm, making people begin to reconsider that the wind is not their enemy.
—From Knights of Wind and Truth, page 3
Shallan and Pattern left Testament to rest and crossed the wall at Lasting Integrity to meet with Adolin, Maya, and the Herald Kelek—who were speaking with a kind of spren that Kelek called a “seon.” She manifested as a hovering ball of light, roughly the size of a head, with an odd symbol at the center. Other than them, the wall top was empty today.
“You don’t remember?” Pattern asked softly as he and Shallan walked. “The events with Testament? I thought you did. I thought, with Veil gone…”
“Veil is not gone,” Shallan said. “She’s part of me, like she always was.”
“I… don’t understand.”
“It’s hard to explain,” Shallan said. “And… I’m not sure I’ve entirely figured it out. Healing is not an event, Pattern, but a process. I’ve incorporated Veil into myself, so she doesn’t take control any longer, but she’s not gone. Veil is me, but Veil is not always Shallan.”
“But… you are Shallan…”
“Imagine it as Veil moving to the back of the wagon as we ride toward the future. She’s still there, coaching me, and we’re both aware of the world.”
There was more to it than that, of course. Shallan had projected some uncomfortable aspects of herself onto Veil. Now she had to face them. She’d worried that Adolin would find it difficult, but… well, Adolin Kholin was storming wonderful. After their discussion last night, he seemed to understand. Together they knew that there was work to do, but Shallan had taken an enormous step toward healing—and along with it, had acknowledged something important.
She didn’t deserve hatred, but understanding. It was hard to believe, but Veil insisted they try anyway.
“But…” Pattern said. “Radiant is still… separate?”
“More separate,” Shallan said.
“Mmmmm. So… still in the front of the wagon.”
“Yes. That might change. It might not need to change. I’m figuring this out as I go, Pattern, but I feel better. More importantly, I no longer need Veil to stand between me and the memories.”
“So you do remember.”
“Yes and no,” Shallan said. “It’s a jumble. I was young, the events were traumatic, and there is so much pain associated with memories of my mother. I need time to process.”
“Mmmm. Humans are… squishy. Not just bodies. Minds too. Memories too. Ideas too. Mmmm…” He sounded pleased by that.
As a child, she’d bonded a spren, something her mother had… had not liked. A man had come, either to hurt Shallan or to separate her from Testament. Her father had fought him, and during their struggle Shallan’s mother had come at her with a knife. In self-defense, Shallan had killed her mother with an early manifestation of Testament as a Shardblade.
Shallan, in trauma, had rejected her nascent oaths and buried those memories. But if her bond with Testament had never been fully broken… what did that mean? And the memories of the days between her mother’s death and the arrival of Pattern… which of those involved Testament?
I knew I had a Shardblade… long before I’d bonded Pattern. She’d convinced herself that the weapon belonged to her father, and had been kept in his safe. She’d gone there before leaving home, and had drawn it out to dismiss it—ignoring that she’d instantly summoned it when reaching her hand in—pretending it was an ordinary Blade, pretending she needed ten heartbeats to summon it. However, a part of her had known even then that it was Testament, a friend to whom she’d done great harm. That was the one thing Shallan clearly remembered. Testament was her friend. A dimpled pattern on the wall that had delighted, then engaged, then protected a young girl.
Testament had never been as talkative as Pattern. Indeed, Shallan could only remember rare, soft fragments of speech, encouraging her to stand against the darkness in her family. Shallan had loved her mysterious spren dearly; though her memories were jumbled, the emotions shone through the pain. Strength could be a matter of perception sometimes. And today Shallan found she could choose strength.
They approached Adolin, Maya, and Kelek. Shallan still found it incredible this man was one of the Heralds of the Almighty. The short, balding fellow kept rubbing his hands together, as if washing them in invisible soap and water. Adolin and Maya practically towered over him as they talked to the ball of light.
Maya was obviously paying attention. She wasn’t completely healed—her eyes were scratched out and her coloring was a wan brown instead of vibrant green like others of her kind—but she was getting better. She no longer wandered off or just stared blankly during conversations. She was also starting to talk more and more.
“I worry about what is to come,” the ball of light was saying. It had transformed into an approximation of Wit’s face made of soft blue-white light, and spoke with his voice. The spren was a way to contact him, as they’d discovered a few days ago. “The war is set to intensify, and all rests upon the contest of champions. Odium’s chosen warrior versus whoever old Dalinar chooses.”
“Father will choose himself,” Adolin said. “When the Blackthorn needs to be certain something is done right, he will do it himself.” Adolin paused, then glanced at Maya. “Storm him. He probably is our best chance though.”
“Wit?” Shallan said. “It’s really happening?”
“It is indeed,” he said. “The contest is set, contracts agreed to. Shallan, they’ve set it for nine days from now.”
“So soon?” Shallan asked. Storms. “Where?”
“Urithiru,” Adolin said, his arms folded. “They’ve already sent Windrunners to fetch us. Should arrive today.”
Shallan chewed on that, trying not to feel emotional whiplash. It had taken weeks to reach Lasting Integrity—but Windrunners could fly them back to Urithiru within the day, depending on how much Stormlight they brought.
She found herself eager to return. She’d had enough of the honorspren and their elitism. She missed blue skies and plants that didn’t crinkle when you touched them. Though Shadesmar had a sun, it was distant and cold. She could never thrive here.
Plus, as she’d indicated to Testament, she had work to do.
“Wit,” Shallan said, stepping closer. The glowing version of his face focused on her. “My brothers are safe? You’re certain?”
“Very certain, brilliant one,” he said back, softly. “You’re sure the Ghostbloods will move against you?”
“Yes,” she said. After a year and a half of flirting with the Ghostbloods, she’d at last stepped up and said no. Doing so had essentially declared war on them. She found Adolin’s hand for support. He knew the entire story now. “Wit, I know their faces, their plans… I’m likely the greatest threat on the planet to their organization, and they tried to kill Jasnah for less. Everyone I love is in danger.”
“I have to manage Dalinar and try to prepare him,” Wit said, “but I think I can help you as well. I’ve been watching Mraize’s little crew; I’ll send your people my drawings of their members. But take care, Shallan. I know this group and their leader. They can be brutal.”
“As can I,” Shallan whispered. She glanced at Kelek, who was staring out over the bead ocean and the deadeyed spren who remained on the shore. Despite him, she felt safe here with Pattern, Adolin, and Maya. Safe enough to voice it. “Wit, I’m worried. Am I ready?”
“I ask myself that same question now and then,” he said. “And Shallan, I’m ten thousand years old.”
“During the trip,” she said, “I started to create a new persona. Formless. A… version of me, but…” How did she explain it? “A version of me with no face. A version of me who could do terrible things. I walked away from it, Wit, but that capacity is still inside me.”
“Shallan,” he said, and she looked up, meeting his eyes. “If it weren’t for that capacity, then what good would choices be? If we never had the power to do terrible things, then what heroism would it be to resist?”
“But…”
“Did you turn away?” he asked, and Adolin squeezed her shoulder.
“Yes.”
“Then heroism it is, Shallan.”
“I’m remembering what I did to my mother,” she said. “And my father. And to a lesser extent Tyn. Now Mraize… I’m going to have to kill him, Wit. Is that my destiny? To kill every person who ever mentored me?”
In that, finally, her fears found voice. Did it sound silly, foolish, ridiculous? This pattern she’d seen in her life? Wit did not laugh though, and he considered himself an expert on what was ridiculous.
“Would that any of us,” he said, “could protect ourselves from the costs heroism often requires. But again, if there were no cost, no sacrifice, then would it be heroism at all? I cannot promise you that it will be easy, but Shallan, I’m proud of you.”
I’m proud of you, Radiant whispered.
I’m proud of you, Veil—the part of her that was Veil—agreed.
“Thank you,” she said.
“I have to go,” Wit said. “But I’ll leave you with this. The Ghostbloods want something extremely valuable, and you have the key to it standing with you right now. If you want to destroy them, you might not need to kill every last one of them. Instead, you might simply need powerful leverage…”
The glowing spren shifted from his face back to a sphere. “He’s gone,” the spren said. “I’m sorry.”
His final words lingered with Shallan, reinforcing something she’d been considering. A way to protect Roshar from the Ghostbloods—and indeed, she knew what their next target was likely to be. They’d sent her to Lasting Integrity hunting the Herald who stood next to her—and Kelek believed that the secret they truly sought was his knowledge of one of the Unmade.
“I need,” she said to Kelek, “to know everything you know about Ba-Ado-Mishram.”
The Herald wrung his hands, then looked to the side as if seeking escape.
“We’re not going to hurt you,” Adolin said calmly. “You know that by now.”
“I do,” Kelek said. “It’s just… I wasn’t supposed to be involved. None of us are.”
“I don’t think the other Heralds follow that,” Shallan noted, folding her arms. “What did you do, Kelek?”
“Not much,” he said, putting his hand to his head. “I… I can’t do much these days. I don’t know why. I can’t decide. I… I…” He looked up at them, then formed fists, pulling them close to his chest. “I was at Urithiru when the plan to capture Mishram was conceived. Then… I joined them on their mission. I’m… I guess I’m the only one alive who actually knows what happened to her. That’s why the Ghostbloods, and their cursed Lord of Scars, want me.”
“Just tell us,” Shallan said.
“Some of us learned you could capture spren in gemstones,” he explained. “And Mishram—for all her power—is a spren. The Radiants prepared a flawless heliodor the color of sunlight, and they trapped her inside, then hid her prison. Not in the Physical Realm, and not in Shadesmar.” He bit his lip, then forced out another part. “In the Spiritual Realm. Melishi hid it there.”
“How?” Shallan asked, sharing a glance with Adolin.
“I don’t know,” Kelek said, backing away. “I promise you, I don’t know. But now… now they’ll send more people for me, won’t they? They’ll trap me in a gemstone, or they think they’ll be able to…” He looked to the two of them, wide-eyed, then fled toward the way down. None of them gave chase. Unfortunately, this behavior was usual for Kelek.
Maya grunted softly, watching him go. “He’s gotten a lot worse.”
Shallan started. “You knew him?”
“Met him a few times,” Maya said, then took a deep breath. “Never… never thought much of him, even then.”
“Well,” Shallan said, “at least we know something more about Mishram. I suspect her prison is part of what Mraize has been hunting for a long time now. I might need to find it first, before he can.”
“Ba-Ado-Mishram,” Adolin said, thoughtful, leaning back against the wall’s battlements. “The most powerful of the Unmade. What would the Ghostbloods want with her?”
“Mmm…” Pattern said. “Power. So much power. She was nearly a god. She bonded the singers once. Could Mraize want to do something similar again?”
Shallan shivered as she contemplated Mraize and his master, Iyatil, somehow commanding the entirety of the enemy army. Was that possible?
“Whatever the reason,” Shallan said, “I have to stop him.”
“Her prison is in the Spiritual Realm though?” Adolin said, frowning. “What does that even mean?”
“Mmm…” Pattern said. “It means we will never be able to find it.”
“Surely it’s possible,” Shallan said. “If the ancient Radiants put it there, we should be able to take it out.”
“You don’t understand,” Pattern said, holding his hands apart and gesturing in his way. “You think Shadesmar is odd, yes? Black sky. Little sun. Pattern, with arms and legs for perambulating!” His head pattern spun faster. “The Spiritual Realm is stranger by orders of magnitude. It is a place where the future blends with the present, where the past echoes like the striking of a clock. Time and distance stretch, like numbers infinitely repeating. It is where the gods live, and it baffles even some of them.”
Shallan took that in, then glanced at Testament, huddled in the shadow of the wall farther back along the walk. “Our best guess,” she said, “is that the deadeyes were created because Mishram was imprisoned, right?”
“Agreed,” Pattern said. “Mishram became like a god to the singers—the parshmen. She Connected to Roshar, and echoes of that filtered to the spren! Ah, so wonderfully odd. Her imprisonment is the reason broken bonds now have such an effect on the spren.”
“It is because…” Maya said, “…humans have no Honor. The god, I mean. I heard… I heard that Mishram had been captured. I heard that… that Radiants would destroy the world. That was why I decided. Decided I was done.” She shook her head. “I don’t know it all. I’d like to. Considering what breaking… breaking the bond did to me.”
That day—the day Mishram had been captured—something deeper had happened. An event connecting humankind, Honor, spren, and the bonds.
“Then we need to figure out how Mishram, or her imprisonment, has power over our bonds,” Shallan said, looking to Pattern. “We need to go to the Spiritual Realm and find that prison, however difficult it is.”
His pattern slowed, then finally he laced his fingers together. “Very well. Though, you know when I said I was sure you wouldn’t get me killed?”
“Yes?”
“I should like,” he declared, “to make a retraction.”
Chapter 4: Listening
I have read that in the ancient days, the Wind often spoke to both human and singer. It would then mean that the Wind stopped talking not because of Odium, but because of people who began to fear her…
Or to worship the Storm instead.
—From Knights of Wind and Truth, page 4
Kaladin soared up through the central column of Urithiru, Syl beside him.
In the atrium, he still saw signs of the battle that had happened two days ago. Blood that hadn’t been entirely scrubbed away. Broken banisters on balconies. That reminded him of another time he’d flown up this corridor… just after Teft’s murder. Dark, poisoned rage building within—the feeling a fraternal twin to the normal excitement of holding Stormlight.
That man he’d become after killing the Pursuer… that man frightened Kaladin. Even now, lit by calm sunlight. Remembering that man was like remembering a nightmare, and caused painspren—like little severed hands—to appear on the balconies he passed, leaping off toward him.
He banished those feelings as he landed on a floor near the top of Urithiru. As he alighted in the central chamber where the lifts deposited people, he noted a glow coming from a nearby room.
“Navani,” Syl whispered, her eyes wide. She went light blue, shrank down to spren size, and zipped off in that direction. There was something almost intoxicating about Navani—and her bond with the Sibling—to spren in the tower city. Syl would be back shortly.
Kaladin forced himself to walk, not glide, over to Dalinar’s meeting room. As soon as he left Urithiru, Kaladin would have to return to using Stormlight only when necessary. Best to get into the habit now. As he walked, the wind blew behind him, somehow present all the way within the structure, carrying with it his armor spren as ribbons of light. He didn’t hear the wind’s voice, but it urged him forward, and its warnings echoed in his mind.
There was a small waiting room outside Dalinar’s meeting room. Urithiru had more and more furniture these days, including a couch here. It was, unfortunately, taken up entirely by Wit—who lay face up, filling space that could have accommodated three people, his feet up on one armrest—reading a book and chuckling to himself while a large globe of light hovered beside him. Some kind of odd spren?
“Ah, Wema,” Wit mumbled, turning the page. “You’ve finally noticed what a catch Vadam is? Let’s see how you screw it up.”
“Wit?” Kaladin said. “I didn’t realize you were back in the tower.” It was probably a stupid thing to say. Jasnah was here, so it made sense Wit had come along.
Wit, being Wit, finished his page before acknowledging Kaladin. At last the lanky man snapped the book closed, then sat up and lounged on the sofa a different way, arms spread across the back, one leg crossed on the other, looking like nothing so much as a king on his throne. A very relaxed king on a rather cushy throne.
“Well,” Wit said, his eyes alight with amusement, “if it isn’t my favorite flute thief.”
“You gave that flute to me, Wit,” Kaladin said, sighing as he leaned on the doorframe.
“Then you lost it.”
“I found it again.”
“Still lost it.”
“That’s not the same as stealing.”
“I’m a storyteller,” Wit said, with a flip of his fingers. “I have the right to redefine words.”
“That’s stupid.”
“That’s literature.”
“It’s confusing.”
“The more confusing, the better the literature.”
“That might be the most pretentious thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Aha!” Wit said, pointing. “Now you’re getting it.”
Kaladin hesitated. Sometimes during conversations with Wit, he wished he had someone to take notes for him. “So…” Kaladin said. “Do you want your flute back?”
“Hell no. I gave that to you, bridgeboy. Returning it would be almost as insulting as losing it!”
“Then what am I supposed to do with it?”
“Hmmm…” Wit said, reaching into a bag at his feet and slipping out a different flute, this one painted with a shiny red lacquer. He twirled it in his hand. “If only there were something we could do with these curious pieces of wood? They have holes that seem intended for some arcane purpose, beyond the understanding of mere mortals.”
Kaladin rolled his eyes.
“If only,” Wit continued, “there were a way to learn to do something productive with this item. It has the look of a tool. Nay, an instrument! Of mythical design. Alas. My poor finite mind is incapable of comprehending the—”
“If I don’t interrupt,” Kaladin said, “how long will you keep going?”
“Long, long past when it was funny.”
“It was funny?”
“The words?” Wit said. “Of course not. Your face while I say them though? Well, it’s been said I am an artist. Unfortunately, the primary subjects of my art can never experience my creations, as displayed upon their features.” He flipped the flute, then held it out to Kaladin. “Give it a try. It has the same fingerings as the one you lost and recovered, though not the same… capacity.”
“Wit, I can’t play this flute any more than I could play the other one you gave me,” Kaladin said. “I have no idea how.”
“So…” Wit flipped the flute again, then extended it farther toward Kaladin. “All you have to do is ask…”
“I guess I do have to wait for Dalinar,” Kaladin said, looking longingly at the closed door. Dalinar’s meetings often overran, despite the many clocks Navani had given him.
Kaladin felt an urgency to get to Shinovar, but if he wanted to fly all that way without using up a large sack of gemstones—which would be needed in the battle to come—he had to fly with the highstorm, hours away yet. So he had time. And… well, Kaladin felt indebted to Wit. As infuriating as the man—or whatever he was—could be… when Kaladin had been in the worst darkness of the storm, Wit had traveled a nightmare to pull him free.
This man was a friend. Kaladin appreciated him, quirks included. So, he played the role Wit obviously wanted. “Would you teach me?” Kaladin said, taking the flute. “I don’t have a lot of time, but—”
Wit was already moving, whipping some sheets of paper from the bag by his feet. He waved for his strange ball spren to go away, and Kaladin’s windspren followed, flitting out of the room as Kaladin glanced over the pages. They had odd symbols on them, which made Kaladin nervous, but Wit insisted it wasn’t actual writing. Merely marks on a paper representing sounds. It took Kaladin a few minutes to realize the joke.
Still, over the next hour—Dalinar was really taking his time—Kaladin followed Wit’s instructions. He learned the basics of fingering, of reading music, and—hardest of all—how to hold the thing and blow into it properly.
At the end of the hour, Kaladin was able to force out a stumbling rendition of the first line of the music, with notes that sounded breathy and weak in comparison to Wit’s playing. It was an incredibly simple accomplishment, and he didn’t attract a single musicspren, yet Kaladin felt he’d climbed a mountain. He was smiling in a stupid way as Syl, full sized and wearing a havah with purple trim, peeked in to investigate.
Based on the sounds I’m making, she’s probably come to see who’s stepping on a rat, Kaladin thought.
“Nice work,” Wit said. “Next fight, start up a bit of that. Surely the enemy will drop their weapons… probably just to cover their ears.”
“If anyone asks about my skill, I’ll be sure to tell them who my teacher is.”
Wit grinned.
“I know that song,” Syl said, folding her arms.
“Wit played it for us on the Shattered Plains,” Kaladin said. “Back when we first met him. The story of the Wandersail.”
“I know it better than that though…” she said.
“Long ago,” Wit said softly, “that rhythm guided humans across the void from one planet to the other. They followed it to reach your world.”
“One of the rhythms of Roshar,” Syl said with a nod. “Made into a song, with the tones of the gods.”
“Gods older than yours,” Wit said from beside Kaladin on the couch.
“When you first played for us,” Kaladin said, remembering that lonely night on the plateaus when he’d still been a bridgeman, “I could swear the sound… came back. You’d play, then talk, and the song would continue to echo. How did you do that?”
“I didn’t,” Wit said.
“But—”
“Ask yourself who was listening that night.”
“Me. Syl. You, presumably.”
“And?”
“And… some guards in the distance?”
Wit shook his head. “Storms, how can you be from this land, yet be so dense. It—”
“The wind,” Kaladin guessed. “The wind was listening.”
Wit smiled. “Maybe you can be salvaged after all.”
“Is the wind a god?” Kaladin asked.
“When this world was created,” Wit said, “long before Honor, Cultivation, or Odium arrived, Adonalsium left something behind on it. Sometimes it’s called the Old Magic. That term is applied to the Nightwatcher, who came—with Cultivation’s efforts—from one of those ancient spren. Listen to the Wind when it speaks, Kaladin. It’s weaker than it once was, but it has seen so very much.”
“It… told me a storm was coming,” Kaladin said. “And asked for help.”
“Then listen,” Wit said. “And the Wind… she will listen to you in return.” He winked. “That’s all I’ll say about it. I’m not one to give away another’s secrets.”
Lovely. Well, he’d done as Wit asked, so he returned the flute. Would Dalinar ever be finished? “It was a fun way to pass the time, Wit, but I have to ask. Music? What relevance does it have for someone like me?”
“Ah, now there’s a question for the ages,” Wit said, leaning back. “What use is art? Why does it hold such meaning and potency? I can’t tell you, because the short answer is unappealing and the long answer takes months. I will instead say this: every society in every region of every planet I’ve visited—and I’ve been to quite a large number—has made art.”
Kaladin nodded thoughtfully. Wit hadn’t answered his question, but he was accustomed to that. Protesting would only lead to mockery.
“Perhaps the question isn’t ‘What use is art?’ ” Wit mused. “Perhaps even that simple question misses the point. It’s like asking the use of having hands, or walking upright, or growing hair. Art is part of us, Kaladin. That’s the use; that’s the reason. It exists because on some fundamental level we need it. Art exists to be made.”
When Kaladin didn’t respond, Wit eyed him.
“I can accept that,” Kaladin said. “As an explanation.”
“It’s a tautology.”
“The more confusing the better, right?”
Wit grinned, and then it faded. He glanced at the door.
“Wit,” Kaladin said. “The Wind asked for help. And Dalinar is worried about the coming battle. I get the feeling this next part is going to be difficult.”
“Yeah,” Wit said softly. “I feel it too.”
A straight answer. Those were always disturbing.
“Do you have any… words of wisdom?” Kaladin asked. “A story, maybe?”
“Listen,” Wit said. “Everything you’ve done—Kal, everything you’ve been—has prepared you for what’s next. It’s going to be hard. Fortunately, life has been hard, so you’re working under familiar constraints.”
Kaladin glanced to the side, where Wit was staring off into space, idly spinning the red flute in his fingers. Something in his voice… his face…
“You’re talking,” Kaladin said softly, “as if one of us won’t survive this.”
“I wish I were optimistic enough to think one of us will survive.”
“Wit, I’m pretty sure I’ve heard you say you’re immortal.”
“Immortality doesn’t seem to go as far as it once did, kid.” He glanced at Kaladin. “Listen, if the Wind wants your help… well, I think you can rise to what is coming. Probably. Difficult though it will be.”
“Storms,” Syl said, walking forward. “I’m… not sure I like it when he’s serious, Kaladin.”
“Dalinar is going to send you to Shinovar,” Wit said, “because he hopes Ishar can help with the contest of champions. Ishar can’t help, not like that, but you still need to go.”
“Why?” Kaladin asked. “Why go if I can’t do what I’m sent to do?”
“Because this is the journey, Kaladin,” Wit said softly. “The last part of it. Listen to me: I want you to practice with that flute until you make the sound return to you. Because that will mean Roshar is listening.”
What did that even mean? “I think you’ve been reading too many stories, Wit. Riddles aren’t actually helpful.”
Wit launched himself off the couch and crossed the room on legs that suddenly seemed spindly. “The problem is, I don’t actually know what the next part will entail. I have hints and thoughts, but mostly just worries. All I can do is point you toward what might be the correct path. That and keep your hope strong.”
“Jasnah doesn’t believe in hope,” Syl whispered, stepping over by Kaladin. “I heard her complaining about it once.”
“Jasnah would make an excellent Wit,” Wit said, pointing at Syl. “She’s the right combination of smart and stupid all at once.” He smiled in a fond way, and Kaladin thought the rumors about them must be true.
“I’m confused,” Kaladin said. “What are you saying, Wit?”
“That something is wrong,” Wit said, stalking across the room and throwing his hands into the air. “Something is horribly wrong, and has been for several days now, and I can’t figure out what it is. I’ve been waiting for the truth to come crashing down. I don’t know what to do or who to pray to, since the only true God I’ve known is the one we rejected and killed. So I’m sending you off, Kaladin. Hoping that if the Wind spoke to you, then some piece of that ancient deity is watching. Because when everything feels wrong, all I can do is hope.”
“The Passions,” Syl whispered.
“Isn’t that some old Thaylen religion?” Kaladin said. “Something about emotion?”
“Derived, anciently, from the teachings of Odium,” Wit said. “Though it’s not polite to point that out to practitioners of the Passions. People don’t like hearing that their religion was mythologized, as if myth can’t be true. Regardless, Ancient Daughter, I’d think better of you than to bring up the Passions.”
“Why?” she said. “Human religions are all a little silly, aren’t they?”
“Yes,” Wit said, “but the Passions teach that if you are fervent enough—if you care enough—your emotion will influence your success. That if you want something badly enough, the cosmere will provide it for you.”
Kaladin nodded slowly. “There might be something to that.”
“Kid,” Wit said, leaning down over Kaladin on the couch, “the Passions are absolute horseshit.”
“What? It’s good to be hopeful! The Passions sound nice.”
“The wrong people get far too much mileage out of things that sound nice,” Wit said. “Take it from a guy who is all too capable with a lie: nothing is easier to sell someone than the story they want to hear. The Passions are deeply insulting if you spare even a moment to consider. I once spoon-fed broth to a trembling child in a kingdom that no longer exists. I found her on a road leading away from a battlefield, after her parents—simple peasants—were slaughtered. Her elder brother lay dead a half mile behind, having starved.
“You think that kid who starved didn’t want to eat? You think her parents didn’t want to escape the ravages of war badly enough? You think if they’d had more Passion, the cosmere would have saved them? How convenient to believe that people are poor because they didn’t care enough about being rich. That they just didn’t pray hard enough. So convenient to make suffering their own fault, rather than life being unfair and birth mattering more than aptitude. Or storming Passion.”
He raised his finger at that last word, and angerspren burst around his feet like pools of boiling blood, as if on cue. Kaladin didn’t know if he’d ever seen Wit so riled up, particularly by something that had nothing to do with their conversation. Though one could never tell with Wit. Non sequiturs that ended up relevant were the daggers he kept strapped to his boots, to be employed when his foes were distracted.
“We need hope, Kaladin,” Wit said, leaning farther forward. “We’re heading straight toward what may be the most difficult moment in our lives. So remember: Hope is wonderful. Keep it, treasure it. Hope is a virtue—but the definition of that word is crucial. You want to know what a virtue truly is? It’s not that difficult.”
“If this entire conversation is the way I learn,” Kaladin said, “then I dispute the idea of it not being difficult.”
Wit chuckled, then stepped back and threw his hands up, angerspren vanishing and gloryspren—tiny spheres of golden light—bursting around him. “A virtue is something that is valuable even if it gives you nothing. A virtue persists without payment or compensation. Positive thinking is great. Vital. Useful. But it has to remain so even if it gets you nothing. Belief, truth, honor… if these exist only to get you something, you’ve missed the storming point.”
He glanced at Syl. “This is where Jasnah is wrong about hope, smart though she is in so many ways. If hope doesn’t mean anything to you when you lose, then it wasn’t ever a virtue in the first place. It took me a long time to learn that, and I finally did so from the writings of a man who lost every belief he thought he had, then started over new.”
“Sounds like someone wise,” Syl said.
“Oh, Sazed is among the best. Hope I get to meet him someday.”
“When you do,” Kaladin said, “maybe some of his wisdom will rub off.”
Wit tossed his flute, spinning it, then pointed it directly at Kaladin. “Congratulations. You’ve practiced music, you’ve listened to a self-important rant, and you’ve delivered quips at awkward points. I dub you graduated from Wit’s school of practical impracticality.”
Syl sat on the couch, though she left no impression in its cushions. She looked completely baffled.
“Wait,” Kaladin said. “Does that make me… your apprentice?”
Wit belted out a loud, full belly laugh, long enough to be uncomfortable. “Kal,” he said, gasping for breath, “you’re still far, far too useful a human being to be an apprentice of mine. You’d end up actually helping people! No, I’ve already had one bridgeboy as an apprentice, and graduated or not, he’s incompetent enough to hold on to the position.”
“I’ll have you know,” Kaladin said, “that Sig is doing a fine job leading the Windrunners.”
“You’ve been corrupting him,” Wit said. “No, you’re not my apprentice, but that doesn’t mean you can’t learn a thing or two. A kind of… cross-training in uselessness.” He said it while thrusting his flute into the air.
“You’re so storming dramatic,” Kaladin said.
“Simply trying to give you a proper send-off,” Wit said. “We’re at the end, Kaladin, and you are needed. I want you to march off to your divine destiny with a spring in your step.”
“I don’t know what I’m going to do though,” Kaladin said. “War is coming, but I’m not involved. I’m just going to help a maniac return to his senses.”
“That’s it, eh?” Wit said. “Just you becoming your world’s first therapist.”
Kaladin glanced at Syl, who shook her head. “We have no idea what that is, Wit.”
“Because,” Wit said, “you haven’t finished inventing it yet.” He leaned in. “About time someone figured out a method to counteract what I’ve been doing. Now, practice that flute. Get Roshar to listen. Help Ishar. But know that you’re not coming back to aid Dalinar, whatever he thinks.”
“Practice the flute,” Syl said. “Get Roshar to listen to us. Help Ishar. Don’t come back.”
“Exactly,” Wit said. “Now go. The world needs the two of you—more than you, or it, or anyone other than your humble Wit yet realizes. The fight ahead of you will be legendary. Unfortunately, you can’t fight this one with strength of muscle. You’ll have to wield the spear another way. Good luck.”
With a sigh, Kaladin stood up. Then the most remarkable thing happened. Wit extended his hand, and didn’t pull back as Kaladin hesitantly took it. Wit gave a firm shake.
“You know what first drew me to you, Kaladin?” Wit asked. “You did one of the most difficult things a man can do: you gave yourself a second chance.”
“I took that second chance… maybe a third,” Kaladin admitted. “But now what? Who am I without the spear?”
“Won’t it be exciting to find out?” Wit said. “Have you ever wondered who you would be if there was no one you needed to save, no one you needed to kill? You’ve lived for others for so long, Kaladin. What happens when you try living for you?” Wit held up his finger. “I know you can’t answer yet. Go and find out.” With that, Wit bowed to him. “Thank you.”
“For what?” Kaladin asked.
“For the inspiration,” Wit said, straightening and looking to Kaladin, then to Syl, then smiling in a fond, yet somehow regretful way.
Kaladin felt a chill. “I’m… never going to see you again, am I, Wit?”
“No one knows the future, Kal,” he replied. “Not even me. So instead of saying goodbye, let’s call this… an extended period of necessary separation, requisite to give me time to think of the most perfect, exquisite insult. If I never get to deliver it in person… well, kindly do me the favor of imagining how wonderful it was. All right?”
“All right.”
Wit winked at him, then walked over to rap on the door.
Dalinar opened it a moment later. “Have you finally finished with him, Wit?” the man asked. “I’ve been waiting for a storming hour.”
“He’s all yours,” Wit said, striding away. “Remember what I told you.”
“I will,” both Kaladin and Dalinar said at the same time. They glanced at each other.
“Wit,” Kaladin called just before the man vanished. “What about my story?”
“You will tell your own story this time, Kaladin!” Wit said. “And if you’re lucky, the Wind will join in.” Then he was gone, his last whistle slowly fading.
“Did you ever think,” Kaladin said to Dalinar, “that you’d end up dancing to that man’s whims?”
“I suspect,” Dalinar said, stepping back and waving for Kaladin to enter, “we’ve been dancing to them for years without knowing it. Come. I have a few things to tell you two before you leave.”
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Is the Wind mishram? It’s a direct spawn of adonalsium but I forget the unmade lore, haven’t done my reread yet. And I suppose this is confirmation on Kal not being the champion since he’s not coming back, my money is still on him ascending, that way he won’t be coming back physically. Also, Hoid hasn’t met Sazed yet? Stormlight arc 1 takes place right before Mistborn era 2, so he would have plenty of time and an open invitation from Sazed that we’ve seen from the letters
I think he becomes Honor. I don’t think the Wind is Mishram. The unmade are splinters of Odium, from what I understood, which may just mean they were Spren of Roshar that Odium Invested heavily, thus unmaking and remaking them.
I think the Wind is just one of the original Spren of Roshar, unadulterated as the others were, such as the Nightwatcher and Stormfather.
okay so here comes a random thought I’ve not considered. Kaladin often says the winds are his, etc… What if Mishram and Tanavast worked together to somehow become emboedied in these God winds? Maybe that is how Kaladin is the son of Tanavast. Maybe he also bonds this Wind as the 5th ideal?
I made the prediction that the Wind is Ba-Ado-Mishram last week, and this is really cementing it
“We’re at the end, Kaladin, and you are needed. I want you to march off to your divine destiny with a spring in your step.”
The ascending theory looking more likely IMO
I’m thinking he may take up Odium and controlling and bringing balance to it. Just a fun theory. But I absolutely agree, ascension in some way is looking more and more likely that its happening
I think Kaladin and Syl might both ascend into shardhood or godhood together. I NEED those two to be together.
My $$$ is on Kaladin ascending to Honor.
Yeah, that would be really interesting.
Not great for Kal, being a Shard is NOT a happy ending, but would make for some interesting stories.
I think Kaladin becomes cultivation, the therapy stuff fits.
I almost think Moash might take Odium after his redemption arc. I think Kal would be rejected, he’s not that hateful, and he only gotten less so with time.
Being Odium doesn’t really require a person to be hateful. Odium’s whole shtick is being really passionate, a lot of emotions. It’s just that his hatred and malice seemed to be quite powerful, even with TOdium.
I have such mixed feelings about this concept… not least of which because that quick of a switcheroo could cheapen the significance of TOdium’s ascension to one book… though I suppose we have a WoB that the main reason for TOdium’s existence was Brandon’s concern that ROdium was no longer particularly menacing… so I suppose TOdium might indeed be less critical to the base story of Stormlight/The Cosmere.
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Stormlight and MB Era 2 take place at the same time. That’s why hoid dissappear for periods of times in Era 2 and throughout stormlight. Hes bouncing around.
Era 2 will take place in between the two stormlight halves actually
I sincerely hope Kaladin doesn’t die, though I know we’l lose more in this book. I don’t think he will, but OTOH I don’t not think he will, given how Sanderson has killed off people in other series…
Shallan’s growth is absolutely fantastic.
From this chapter I believe the exact opposite, that Kaladin will 100% die. I fear it just as much as you do but the foreshadowing for this can’t be ignored anymore. The Wit conversation, the “last part” of his journey, everything tells me that he will meet his demise far away from the people he loves, but hopefully he achieves the fifth ideal in his last moments.
These chapters were great. It might be lack of sleep, but already im getting emotional.
This book is going to be a wild ride.
Also unrealted but
“the Passions are absolute horseshit.”
Is this the first official swear in the cosmere? :O
Adolin (or maybe Kal) called someone a bastard once, and it was jarring! Lol my husband laughed at me as I was reading and I literally gasped and said, “WIT SAID A POTTY WORD!!” Swearing is far more effective when used sparingly and for emphasis IMO. Well done there
I’m definitely enjoying the openness and seriousness from Wit, including well-placed curses.
Yeah, it seems like at the least, Sanderson is helping lay the groundwork for expectations: Kaladin’s not Dalinar’s champion, so lay that to rest. And here’s exactly how to judge Kaladin’s personal path and progression. I’m here for it, but definitely have a feeling of impending doom.
nope someone saids asshole I remember in ROW I believe
First instance of “shit”, yes. We’ve seen “shat” before. As well as “bastard”. But never a proper “shit”. ;-)
Pretty sure we’ve had Adolin admit to shitting his shardplate in WoR and Vasher tells Kal Hoid is an asshole in RoW.
Shat.
Seeing Maya actually interacting and speaking made me oddly emotional. Oaths from Adolin possibly coming early in the book rather than in it’s final moments perhaps?
I don’t know about Adolin speaking any Oaths (as much as I’d be here for it), but if Mishram can be found and the deadeyes can be restored, I would be very happy to see Maya whole.
I am fairly certain Maya will keep progressing, but I also believe if she gets to the point where she can be bonded again, she will refuse to go through the process. Adolin will never become a Radiant, as he will not bond any other spren, because of his respect and attachment to Maya.
That being said, I do believe Maya and Adolin will remain together and she will (somehow) continue to be his shardblade.
What if adolin becomes an unbonded radiant. Through his connection with maya he gets the surges without the oathes.
Getting the surges without Oaths would definitely be interesting. I wonder if that could even be a thing.
It’s said to have been a thing on Ashyn.
I dunno…Adolin had to give strength to Maya in his trial to help her speak. I’ve been wondering if he will die in this book, and give the last of dying strength to her to heal her the rest of the way…
That has a very ‘Divine Breath’ vibe… while I don’t particularly like it it would connect with Ol’ Zahel.
I have said elsewhere in these threads , I do believe Adolin will die (maybe even while saving Maya), likely by the Ghostbloods.
This will allow Shallan to go venture as a worldhopper in a revenge tour.
There is a pretty big obstacle to her doing this at the moment, what with the whole problem of taking spren off Roshar. IMHO, it is something for or after the second half of Stormlight.
Uh… Design was my favorite character in Yumi and the Nightmare Painter…
Oh yeah that’s legit a good theory since we’ve seen stuff like that, like with the returned
I can already feel the pain and chills on what this book is going to bring about. Wit saying a final bye to Kal is just truly chilling and scary!!
This book, with the battle of champions in 10 days, should feel ominous.
Brandon delivering on that early.
Agreed. Managing expectations right off the bat and setting the table.
The author of Knights of Wind and Truth in-universe is probably not Kaladin or Szeth since it says that “they read” in the chapter 4 epigraph and that rules out the possibility of someone else copying down their words or something. Anyone have thoughts on who it is?
Didn’t Szeth write down the last words of Gavilar near his deadbody? Or maybe I’m not remembering this correctly!
Yes, Szeth wrote out Gavilar’s directive (“tell my brother…”)
I’ve heard someone theorize that it’s syl
I think Kaladin learns to read and write. Him getting the joke from Hoid is the start of that.
I’m thinking Jasnah at this point.
I think the first two epigraphs are more in line with szeth’s character, and since Lucas just said Szeth can read and write, it’s very likely to be him. Sigzil is a close second tho
I’m a big fan of this one…
I saw someone else suggest Sig and I liked that possibility, too.
Szeth can read and write.
Sigzil makes sense to me
I thought Sigzil too. But also It has to be someone who can communicate with the wind. I’m thrilled to find out who it is! As up to now It seems only Kal can ineract/ hear the wind.
We’ve only just heard the Wind, and it’s still early, so there’s no telling if it might contact another MC.
Wit showing up in both of these chapters is probably not a coincidence. I wonder if his goodbye to Kaladin means he’s leaving Roshar right now or if what he’s doing in the rest of the book is so dejected from the main cast that he’s not likely to see them in this book again. His comment about not being ready despite being 10000 years old when Shallan asks if she’s ready makes me think it’s the latter and he’s planning something big. Maybe he’ll interact with Thidakar/Kelsier? Who knows.
I think the being ready talk is related to speaking Truths – he and Shallan are both lightweavers.
Hmm… I didn’t get that at all. They were talking about the contest of champions when Shallan said she wasn’t ready.
Hoid in this feels like the closest we’ve seen to his mannerisms in Dragonsteel prime. I don’t know if that’s because of the events of RoW’s epilogue or just his familiarity with our current cast though.
So is the Wind a part of this true God? Also interesting that when Hoid refers to the Wind it’s capitalized but when Kaladin speaks of it it’s without capitalization.
‘true God’ meaning Adonalsium. The Wind is like the spren of Ado like The Stormfather is the spren of Honor.
could the wind be ado’s body….. sando said that there was the body of a god left on a planet somewhere. I never thought it’d be Roshar. Big if true
no, the shards are peices of ados body. there are bodies of dead shards on the selish and threnodite systems. the wind is just a small-ish remnant of ado when he created roshar, like a fingerprint.
Ohh that makes sense. I haven’t read much of the cosmere outside of Mistborn and Stormlight so ill have to read up on the Adonalsium lore.
Ohhh, I didn’t catch that distinction between speaker and the capitalization. Could that simply be the fact that Wit knows who the speaker is, thusly giving them an ‘honorific’ of sorts, and Kal doesn’t know any better??
This is my thought at this point, yes.
You might be right!
It seems to me that Wit is giving us a secret to how he connects everywhere he goes. He does it through art. That is likely why he learns the art of the planet he is on.
However, because that is how he connects, it seems he is trying to get Kaladin to connect in the same way, to get him connected to Roshar and the wind. “I want to get you to march off to your divine destiny with a spring in your step” It seems like Wit would really like Kaladin holding a shard.
Turns out this Spren of the world of Roshar that has been theorized. May very well be Ba Ado Mishram rather than her being a creation of Odium as it has been portrayed.
No, Wind is not Mishram, although both are Spren from Adonalsium and not from Odium. Mishram is just too angry at this point (as appearing to Shallan and Renarin). Wind seems entirely different.
Does Chapter 3 take place before or after the RoW Epilogue? I suppose it would be after.
If Shallan and company do enter the Spiritual Realm, then I think that would be a departure from what I think Brandon had previously said. IIRC, Brandon said in the Cosemere books, the Spiritual Realm would not be a focus to the plots the way the Physical Realm and Shadesmar are focuses. Brandon had said he wanted their to be complete mystery regarding the Spiritual Realm. Brandon (a) changed his mind (which is his prerogative), b) a journey into the Spiritual Realm will not be necessary [or at least such a journey as Shallan and company think they will need to take]; or c) it happens off screen. I am fine with Options a or b; not with Option C. If Brandon does not want to explore the Spiritual Realm, do not have any plot arcs involving this Realm.
Are Wema and Vaddam the characters from that romance novel that the ardent who cracked the code to translate Dawnchant in OathBringer? I guess that is the secret guilty pleasure of the academia and elite of Roshar. I wonder if any of the Fused read romance novels? I bet El does.
I can imagine Brandon writing Chapter 4 with glee as he typed away. Not sure why that image came to my mind. But it did.
Brandon says there wants to be a mystery about the Beyond – the place (?) people go (?) when they leave the cognitive realm after dying. That is NOT the spiritual realm, though it’s an occasional in-world misconception. The spiritual realm is one of the three realms that are part of the story.
I came here to talk about this. I’ve been thinking about this since I heard Brandon read the Shallan chapters. There are WoBs (Word of Brandon) where he, unequivocally, says the Spiritual Realm is not a realm you can visit. It’s a realm of pure investiture, that contains everyone’s spirit webs, etc.
https://wob.coppermind.net/events/369/#e11708
But with lightweavers, cryptic, bondsmiths, and Shallan being an exception to most rules, if anyone can visit it has to be her somehow
Yeah, the wind is definitely Mishram.
And kaladin is definitely ascending in someway.
And Wit knows it. I’ve always been absolutely against the idea of Kaladin taking up Honor, maybe he will pull a Sazed and take up Odium and harness and control it.
I would almost say wit is gonna die, but he’s in yumi and the nightmare painter which is post Stormlight.
I also do really like the Sazed name drop there.
i think Kaladin is going to play this flute in Ishar pressence and its powered by Breath with memory so Ishar is going to absorb that somehow and regain his right self mind and Szeth 4th ideal will not be the reason of that, he will swear his oath in other situation like slaying the Unmade with Nightblood or something
This kind of makes sense, by making ishar regain his self awareness he may use his bondsmith powers unchained to unite the shard pieces of Honor and at the critical moment when kaladin plays the flute with the song of roshar takes up the shard. The song is meant for Roshar to hear in order to unite and be bonded back whole I think
I’m curious as to Wit using English swears like “hell” and “horseshit” is that something from Yolen or did Brando teach those to Wit?
Navani called the ground ‘Earth’ in Way of Kings…. Kelsier also said ‘Hell’ once.
He’s speaking the rest of his lines in English too!
…in general, I find that if a word is used wrong or in an unusual way, that’s telling us something about worldbuilding, but if it’s used normally in its normal English meaning, that’s just the fact that we’re reading the novel in English (and we pretend it’s “translated” from it’s “native” language to English).
I guess at most it might indicate that he’s not Rosharan and doesn’t default to Rosharan swears like Storms or Crem, but I don’t think it necessarily indicates anything about Yolen and i’ts not a 4th wall break.
They have horses, so horse shit seems like a viable word. For hell, that’s a good question. I’d assume one of the many religions (even just on Scadrial) would have a concept of Hell, especially if damnation/Braize is a place. Some religion or story would extrapolate a word of Hell.
I actually thought about this, too. I agree with the notion that it might be in a religion Hoid has come across somewhere (like on Scadrial), but I think it even more likely that his “hell” comes from Threnody – there are Forests of Hell there, and with the shades, I’d say these are indeed quite hellish.
Update: Silence’s grandfather told her “Never call this land hell.“, so the word is indeed used that way there. I think it quite probable that Hoid picked it up from Threnodians. Or, as Myrojyn said, it can also predate that and be already from Yolen.
Awesome. Upvote.
Could the capital W Wind be related to zephyr aether?
No, because in mistborn the lost metal it is said that aethers predate Adonalsium and are an entirely different substance. the Wind is to Adonalsium as the Stormfather is to Honor.
I see alot of people talking about the wind as if it was an unmade or something relating to gods like odium and honor, but I dont think thats it. The way Wit talks about the wind sounds like it was a thing when adonalsium was alive (or maybe before though I doubt it), so whatever Kals “divine destiny” is I don’t think it will be taking up one of role of honor or odium, but something else entirely. Here is an example of what I am taking about:
The wind sounds like a deity that isn’t one of the 16 shards, maybe a spren of Adonalsium or something like that.
The Unmade were something before they were unmade, maybe? They were un-made from some pre-existing thing?
I caught this too. Whatever the Wind is, it predates the shards. That would mean it predates the unmade as well. We’re in new territory here.
I agree.
I also wonder if this wind “entity” (and story line) has something to do with the Everstorm / Highstorm, too.
Also, any chance of getting a Dark Mode on these pages? lol
Sooo many thoughts. So I think that Kaladin is the author of the Knights of Wind and Truth. He says to Lyn in Oathbringer that they should probably work on writing a history of the Windrunners and it makes sense that it’s him, even if the isn’t actually the one holding the pen. Also Kal can read glyphs well along with his father, being surgeons in need of medical texts it wouldn’t be a huge stretch for Kaladin to learn to read and write words. The natural next step since they’re basically using ideographs to communicate already.
I’m completely shooting in the dark here but It seems to me that Kaladin is going to swear his 5th ideal at the end of the book, to… I guess, *become* an ideal, or something (like, Honor, perhaps?) and to do so he’s going to have to make a huge sacrifice. His arc will also have to involve use of the flute to guide the humans (and Listeners) out of danger, through the void or something. If ANYONE can lead people out of the void, it’s Kaladin. He already has shown a real aptitude for that in working with PTSD veterans. I’m wondering how the significance of Syl’s growing attachment to him plays into it all? Im worried about losing Kaladin in this book, but in a way that is a total punt, like he becomes a god of some sort. Or something absurd like he and Syl switch places or something. Idk. Kaladin is way too important a character to just kill though. It would kill the series for me to lose him. I like the other characters, but for Pete’s sake, let Kaladin be happy for a few days. Mercy, mercy!!! As far as Shallan, I don’t think we’ve seen the last of Formless. And the fact that Veil (or as it’s said in RoW, her veil) has become an integral part of her self means that she’s essentially given part of her ‘covering’ a semblance of permanence. So it seems to imply there’s still something important she can’t or won’t see.
Also I too lived that Wit is reading the Alethi romance novel from Oathbringer. I’m re-reading that and just read the scene with the Ardents reading that book today so it was fresh on my mind. Nice touch! Man, there is soooo much from prior books that needs expanding on or wrapping up… I’m glad this one is going to be long.
Brandon, please don’t kill Kaladin 😢😢😢
Also wondering if Shallan is going to have to kill Jasnah?
I’m not sure Shallan COULD kill Jasnah. But no, I doubt this will come to pass. My opinion.
I also doubt this would happen, not least because Wit is trying to set Shallan up to be in a place where she doesn’t have to keep killing her mentors. (Which might at this point be said to include Wit himself.)
I loved these two chapters–any chapter with Wit in them is fun–but I don’t know if I’m glad to have “The Wit Gives Our Characters Some Much Needed Advice” part at the very beginning and not close to/during the Sanderlanche, as in the previous books. I’m assuming we’ll still get to see him in the epilogue, but I wonder now where in the story–if at all–we’ll get a story from him.
that’s kind of what I was thinking, he’s in the first Jasnah chapter preview from way back in 2023, and there is sections Brandon intentionally skipped in those so we’ll have to see when Jasnah’s first chapter comes along in the previews.
Does Roshar have rats?
Yes, skyeels hunt them in Shallan’s picture.
Any thoughts on what happened to Wit after the epilogue in Book 4? I’m wondering if his encounter with Odium is affecting how he is interacting with Kaladin and Shallan in these beginning chapters.
Yes, think so. That is why he is worried. He knows something is off or missing ( what Odium did to him). We still need to find out what that is.
Yeah, there’s a lot more that could have been done than we have direct evidence for yet.
But I really wonder if Wit would have a better idea of what he needs to be doing if TOdium hadn’t taken things from him.
I think it would be interesting if Kal gains a shard and ends up eventually helping Sazed with his problem in Mistborn. Just a thought.
Ok, so the Wind allegedly hadn’t been talking to people much, but she also seems to be located or have a focus of power in Shinovar. It never sat well with me that a highspren would have warned Szeth of the coming Desolation. They thought that they could prevent one under Nale’s direction, after all.
I used to think that Szeth started to bond some other Radiant spren back in his youth, but maybe it was the Wind instead?
Yeah, at this point I’m leaning towards Knights of Wind and Truth being Kaladin and Szeth and that both had heard from the Wind.
This is going to be the best book ever holy shit
So Kaladin is off on a quest to converse with the Wind. In the spirit of good manners, he may need to find it’s name first?
Jokes aside, I am curious to see where this leads, and learn more of pre-shattering remnants that persist to present era.
Seems some people believe that the name of the wind is Ba-Ado-Mishram. If true, that’s another series Sanderson have finished for someone else :)
The short, balding fellow kept rubbing his hands together, as if washing them in invisible soap and water.
Echoes like a clock
What happened to the guy who wrote elantris and first 2 stormlight books. Oathbringer was certainly a high point in the story and was the beginning of this infantilised needlessly repetitive writing sanderson employs these days. Rhythm of war was the lowpoint in both writinh and story wise. It seems the trend continues with this work too. Hope we get the old sanderson back as the story progress
Authors are people and people grow and change. Sure, Brandon’s writing is going to change as he ages and writes more and experiences more. That doesn’t mean his writing is worsening. On the contrary, I enjoyed the hell out of this book and think it’s quite good.
Also horseshit , what happened to the in world swear words
They do have horses on Roshar, lol.
There are still in-world swears. And if you recall in WoR, Adolin said he had shat himself in his Plate. Plus, Hoid has visited many, many worlds in 10,000 years. So he can pretty much say what he wants.
I have always been so fascinated with Cusicesh the Protector and figuring out what his deal was – maybe he;s also one of these primordial spren along with the nightwatcher and the wind (who I kinda feel like could be Mishram??). More thoughts on it is that they also kinda match the shards that later took up residence on roshar.
Typo report:
The first “Veil” should not be italicized.
Updated! (It should be correct in the source text).
Someone help me out, here – I can’t figure out why the expedition to Lasting Integrity didn’t involve everyone being flown quickly by Windrunners. It makes a lot of sense, and they’re using them now for the return journey..
I think they were running out of Stormlight at that time and all the Windrunners were off fighting.
I had to go back and re-read the part from RoW when the expedition is authorised. Apparently it’s because Sigzil’s spren advises none of the Windrunners go since they’re seen as traitors/enemies by the honorspren, and they might get arrested at Lasting Integrity if they went.
Since that perception’s changed now, it’s safe for them to go for the return leg.. makes sense.
They could have been carried part of the way, though? I kinda dislike how small it makes the world feel that the Windrunners can cover such distances so quickly without the help of a highstorm. And don’t they have to spend stormlight on carrying their spren too, since they can’t fly in the Cognitive?
A random thought here
What if Kaladin picks up the shard of Honor and becomes the therapist to the remaining shards. LOL
I know this is probably old news to everyone but I love how there’s a nod at Odium’s “passions” in Elantris with the crusty old religion, The Passions, that the king practiced. Just to let us know that Odium was there and he merked their shards.
Wasn’t what the king practiced a corrupted Jesker cult? Not that we learned what a true, benign Jesker religion used to be like, but the name makes me suspect that Hoid had something to do with it’s founding.
ALSO the Sunlit Man implies that there are people on Roshar (or beings) that Sigzil loves/cares about. So it makes me want to assume Kal is one of them.
I am new to sharing my thoughts and English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for any confusing argumets and misused or mispelled words. Here are my theories:
Hello my fellow Cosmere friends! Although I am a long time cosmere lover this is my first time participating in the pre release read and discussion. I am loving it so far but just have one question. Are these chapter complete or will there still be new things in them when the book is released? I just want to make sure that I don’t miss anything if I start up where this leaves off or if I will need to go back from the beginning. Thanks in advanced!
OMG! The New Storm is going to have Anti-Storm Light!! Which is HORRIBLE to think about (see Navani’s part in ROW).
Some super interesting stuff here, but I will just say I am TOTALLY HERE for Wit railing against Prosperity Gospel mindset, haha. This definitely includes some of my favorite things, such as talking about virtues or just focusing on healing/regrowth in various ways, and the acknowledgement that it is a process.
The only thing I will say is that – and I notice this because it’s something I notice in my own writing as well, so I’m kind of sensitive to it – is there are a few parts (namely some of Shallan’s dialogue, as well as Wit’s) where it doesn’t really sound like the way a person would talk, but rather the author’s vehicle to deliver his moral. It’s a tricky balance.
That said, regarding the Passions – given that this is a world where Odium exists, I do wonder if there is at least SOME efficacy to it, in a way that doesn’t exist on our world.
I see what you mean, but sometimes you can’t write the way someone would talk.