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“Colorful ribbons, tied around his wrists and extending out through the plate, began moving of their own accord. They spiraled outward around his fist, and became like blades themselves, after the Stoneward art.”
Hey what awakener is on this battlefield ???

“An inquisitive mind did not stop asking questions just because it found answers.”

“I have stayed upon my land, bringing blessings to the people of Nalthis, gifting them the power of gods as I was so long denied. I do not repeat the mistakes of the past.”

“‘Would it be alright,’ the Emperor asked softly, ‘if I asked you to call me by my name?’ He met Adolin’s eyes. ‘It will give the viziers heart attacks, though. I don’t want to cause you trouble.’
‘Yanagawn,’ Adolin said, dealing the cards, ‘I’ve been breaking the hearts of scribes since I was fourteen. I’ll manage.’”

Interested if there’s any connection between Shin simplicity / lack of color and Idrian sensibilities?

“He convinced the single stone rooftop that it was instead made up of many, many stones; tiny ones, barely connected. He opened his eyes.
‘Did you do something?’ Kaladin asked.
In response, Szeth punched his hand through the rooftop, and a circular section five feet wide disintegrated into powder.”
This is so similar to what Shai does with her soul stamps !!!!

Renarin has never been more of a Regulus varient than right now

“Zahel? That’s him? Vashar changes his name sometimes; he never calls himself Warbreaker anymore! I liked that name, but he hates it.”

“‘Surely it has been done,’ Dalinar said.
Wit grew distant, a faint smile on his lips. ‘Once. It wasn’t a full ascension, but a mortal did give up the power once. It proved to be the wrong choice, but it was the most selfless thing I believe I’ve ever witnessed. So yes, Dalinar, it is possible; but not easy.’”
Oh, Vin how I miss you.

“‘Yes,’ Wit said, ‘ask your spren what happens when fragments of a God are left to their own devices for too long. They stand up, start walking about, and start riding around in people’s earrings.’”