Brendon Sanderson

Lopen oath! Teft oath! Novi monarh Aletkara! Parsh Radiant! Svetioničar u Shadesmaru koji pominje Awakening i kunese na Domi-ja! To je Elantris i Warbreaker referenca! Amaram duel wielding shardblades! Vivijan! Poor Elothkar, baš kada sam počinjao da ga gotivim. Lift i Szet? Moja teorija je da će Lift da koristi Nightblood pošto može da stvara stormlight a mač se hrani sa investiture, so she can be perfect wielder of that weapon. Talenel'Elin, Stonesinew! Damnation couldn't kill his spirit! Kada je u trenutku došao do lucidnost prva stvar koju je rekao kada je saznao da je sam bio u prokletstvu 4,5 hiljade godina je da mu je drago što kupio čovečanstvo toliko vremena! Bio je srećan da je 4,5 milenijuma provedenoh u mučenju vredelo ali je bio još više srećan što je dalo ljudima šansu da se oporave! The Thrill is gone! Dalanar cought it!

Ovo je bilo skoro ne koherentno, but damn.    

"Love wasn’t about being right or wrong, but about standing up and helping when your partner’s back was bowed. He would likely do the same for her someday." - True!

"The more he recovered of what he had lost, the more he realized that the memories of men were flawed. He’d mention an event now fresh to his mind, and others who had lived it would argue over details, as each recalled it differently. Most, Navani included, seemed to remember him as more noble than he deserved. Yet he didn’t ascribe any magic to this. It was simply the way of human beings, subtly changing the past in their minds to match their current beliefs." - Some people do this more often than others, but we are all guilty of it.

"Like, redder and brighter than Gawx’s face when Lift told him about how babies was made. He should know stuff like that already. He’d been a starvin’ thief! Hadn’t he known any whores or anything?" - Sanderson is getting more and more explicit in this book! I love it!

And last Her Majesty!
"The first soldier swung his sword at her. Jasnah ducked the weapon, then shoved her hand against him, throwing him backward. He crystallized in the air, slamming into the next man, who caught the transformation like a disease. He slammed into another man, knocking him back, as if the full force of Jasnah’s shove had transferred to him. He crystallized a moment later. Jasnah spun, a Shardblade forming in her gloved safehand, her skirt rippling as she sliced through six men in one sweep. The sword vanished as she slapped her hand into the wall of a building behind her, and that wall puffed away into smoke, causing the roof to crash down, blocking the alley between buildings, where other soldiers had been approaching."

"Jasnah raised an absent hand without looking, forming a wall of black pitch. A Fused crashed through it, and Jasnah Soulcast a flick of fire, sending the thing screaming and flailing, burning with a terrible smoke."

"Jasnah stepped aside without looking as the second Fused swooped down—the reactions of spren in Shadesmar allowed her to judge where it was. She turned and swung her hand at the creature. Ivory formed and sliced through the Fused’s head as it passed, sending it curling about itself—eyes burning—and tumbling along the wall top."