Dawnshard

How far you have fallen,” she whispered. “You would murder the very guardians you revere? You would rip the Dawnshard forcibly from the mind of the

You were brought here, she thought to herself, by one of the Guardians of Ancient Sins.

gripped Lopen’s hand in thanks. The old one. His Bridge Four hand, not his Knight Radiant hand.

Fimkn had a medic background, and he and Lopen had bonded over the fact that both had been told too many storming times to boil bandages.

bragging wasn’t about making yourself look good, but about convincing the other guy you weren’t afraid, which was completely different.

Radiant the Lopen,” Rysn said, “. . . um, what do you call a Thaylen who can’t walk?”
“Not sure, gancha.”
“Names. From afar.”
He grinned widely.
“Of course,” Rysn added. “I’d never stand for that sort of thing.”

Why was the no-legged Thaylen unhappy? Because she’d been de-feeted. Ha! Hey Huio, listen.

He’d have to learn some dead Herdazian jokes to tell in the afterlife.

Well, not on Lopen’s watch. You didn’t let your friends drown in nameless oceans during a frigid storm. That was, sure, basic friendship rules right there.

“Lopen,” Kaladin said with another of his long-suffering captain-of-the-world sighs.