Cmorawrites

“The odd thing about ambition is this: You can acquire it like a fever, but it is not so easy to shed.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“really just a copse of trees, which was a strange term, since she never seemed to find any bodies in them.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Arcanum Unbounded: The Cosmere Collection

“Kaladin floated downward toward him. “Ten spears go to battle,” he whispered, “and nine shatter. Did that war forge the one that remained? No, Amaram. All the war did was identify the spear that would not break.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer

“You see, it can only be bested by someone who deeply, sincerely, understands it.” He lifted the gemstone above his head, and—one last time—embraced the Thrill. War. Victory. The contest. Dalinar’s entire life had been a competition: a struggle from one conquest to the next. He accepted what he had done. It would always be part of him. And though he was determined to resist, he would not cast aside what he had learned. That very thirst for the struggle—the fight, the victory—had also prepared him to refuse Odium. “Thank you,” he whispered again to the Thrill, “for giving me strength when I needed it.” The Thrill churned close around him, cooing and exulting in his praise. “Now, old friend, it is time to rest.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer