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THE FOOL AY THE FLIFF OF THE ISLAND ARGGGHHGG

I’m scared

Should I buckle up?

Just loved it. Thick is everything the fool BURRICH FITZ HAP nettle dutiful tintanglia AARGHH it’s too good

I’m discovering things I’ve never discovered before idk if that makes sense

Thick es un tierno

TODO SE ESTÁ JUNTANDO CON TODO PERO ARGHG

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

QUE CHUCHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Fitz being genuinely disappointed in himself for not having enough money for an apprenticeship for Hap, and Fitz knowing Hap is just trying to dissuade him by saying he prefers another one.

Fitz y Hap son la cosa más tierna de este mundo

Hdp starling que te paso

Fitz devastated cause he cannot go back home is rgghhh he’s numb like actually numb im tired of him being a pawn just go kill regal and live happily every after with your family

That l'd gone feral, never to return?
But I would return.
Like a door swinging open, I suddenly
understood that I could do that. Nothing truly stood between Molly and me. There was no other man in her life, only our child. I grinned suddenly to myself.

Fitz sudden urge to go back to his daughter and wife is so young and naive yet endearing I don’t know if that make sense, he’s so impulsive I love seeing him grow up this way I’ve e ever read books that are like this

looked down at Hands' incredulous face. I had to grin at his shocked expression.
Just me, Hands, Got to borrow a horse, or they'll kill me.
Again.
I think perhaps I expected him to laugh and wave me through.
Instead he just stared up at me, going whiter and whiter until ! thought he'd faint.
'It's me, Fitz. I'm not dead! Let me out, Hands!' He stepped back. 'Sweet Eda!' he exclaimed,

HANDS AND FITZ
Fitz running away was actually hilarious

'Try it, he urged me Just a little. You used to like it You used to drink it in town, when you were younger and not supposed to go into taverns without me. And then you would chew mint, and think I would not know what you had done
I shook my head at him. I would not do what you told me not to do
He made his sound that is like choking and sneezing. 'Oh you used to very often do what I had told you not to doVery often

poured something into his cup. He held the bottle out to me.
Do you want some?"
I pulled back from it. Even the smell of it stung in my nostrils.
'Answer,' he reminded me.
No. No, it's bad water.'
No I's bad brandy. Blackberry brandy, very cheap. I used to hate it, you used to like it.'

Come back, changer
ARGGHHGGGGGGGGG

The difference in gap in between the two meanings, that difference is what the spell does

RENARIN AND RLAIN

Szeth has the best flashbacks out of all the characters. Neturo is a blessing for humankind he’s left everything behind for his son, even now that he’s old and weak, and Szeth is an adult, to Neturo he will always be his little boy.

Wit and Jasnah !!,!!!????

The dog and the dragon

It will get worse

But one day it will get getter

He couldn't fight them,the only way to escape was to do something truly desperate.
He reached the front entryway of the tower, where winds coursed in through a portal that might once have held a wooden gate.
The storms rarely reached this high.
Today they had.
Today, Kaladin reached the winds,
And like everything else today, they tried their best to kill him.

A few Regals not far off shouted, and he caught sight of a Heavenly One not Leshwi-rising into the air and pointing a lance at» him. They weren't through with him yet.
He turned and ran, holding that stolen spear, drawing in Storm-
ligharom lanterns but feeling it do nothing at all to heal him. Even
the slow healing from before had apparently stopped working.
Chased by dozens of soldiers. Kaladin ran for the storm.

Kaladin had a moment of profound disconnect, as it he couldn't beheve he was still alive. As if hed thought thai trudge up the stairwel had been his climb to the Tranquiline Halls.
Then one of the guards leveled a spear at him, and Kaladin's body knew what to do. Exhausted, wounded, nerves worn all the way to
Damnaton, Kaladin grabbed that spear and twisted it out of the
man’s hands and then swept his legs

He reached steps, but couldn't force himself to climb them. He just stood, numb, staring at them. So he used the fabrial. Slow, easy climbs with it tugging him up at one angle, then another. Back and forth. Again and again.
He knew he was close when he heard rumbling. The highstorm.
It was still blowing, so He let it call to him as he continued half-flying, half-trudging upward.