Words of Radiance (Stormlight Archive, The)

Words of Radiance (Stormlight Archive, The)

Brandon Sanderson

Language: English

Pages: 1328

ISBN: 0765365286

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Brandon Sanderson's epic Stormlight Archive continues with his #1 New York Times bestselling Words of Radiance. Six years ago, the Assassin in White killed the Alethi king, and now he's murdering rulers all over Roshar; among his prime targets is Highprince Dalinar. Kaladin is in command of the royal bodyguards, a controversial post for his low status, and must protect the king and Dalinar, while secretly mastering remarkable new powers linked to his honorspren, Syl. Shallan bears the burden of preventing the return of the Voidbringers and the civilization-ending Desolation that follows. The Shattered Plains hold the answer, where the Parshendi are convinced by their war leader to risk everything on a desperate gamble with the very supernatural forces they once fled.

The Assassin's Curse (The Assassin's Curse, Book 1)

The Storm (Dogs of the Drowned City, Book 1)

Jimmy the Hand (Legends of the Riftwar, Book 3)

The Languages of Pao

The Gatekeeper's House (Gatekeeper's Saga, Book 4)
















change them with contempt. You aren’t Wit; it isn’t your job to scorn them. Your job is to enfold them, encourage them. Lead them, Dalinar.” He drew a deep breath, and nodded. “I will go to the women’s island,” she said, noticing the bridgeman guard returning with news on the plateau assault. “They consider me an eccentric vestige of things better left in the past, but I think they still listen to me. Sometimes. I’ll do what I can.” They parted, Navani hurrying to the feast, Dalinar idling as

searching for you, haven’t I?” Dalinar said. “All this time, without seeing it.” Kaladin looked away. “No, sir. Maybe once, but . . . I’m just what you see, and not what you think. I’m sorry.” Dalinar grunted, inspecting Kaladin’s face. He had almost thought . . . But perhaps not. “Give him anything he wants or needs,” Dalinar said to the surgeons, letting them approach. “This man is a hero. Again.” He withdrew, letting the bridgemen crowd around—which, of course, started the surgeons cursing

won’t agree to it,” General Khal said. “They’ll refuse the bouts.” “We’ll have to make sure they agree,” Dalinar said. “Find a way to force them, or shame them, into the fights. I’ve considered that this would probably be easier if we could ever track down where Wit ran off to.” “What happens if the lad loses?” General Khal asked. “This plan seems too unpredictable.” “We’ll see,” Dalinar said. “This is only one part of what we will do, the smaller part—but also the most visible part. Adolin,

about. The place was still empty, save for the occasional parshmen lugging wood from the forests outside or carrying sacks of grain. The camp didn’t get any news about the expedition. The king was probably being sent word via spanreed, but he didn’t share it with everyone else. Storms, this place feels eerie, Kaladin thought, limping past deserted barracks, rain pattering against the umbrella that Lopen had tied to Kaladin’s crutch. It worked. Kind of. He passed rainspren, like blue candles

walked on the wall.” Gangnah said nothing. In the shattering of her world, Jasnah caught hold of this fragment. She had seen something tonight. Something that should not have been possible. Did it relate to the strange spren? Her experience in that place of glass beads and a dark sky? These questions became her lifeline for stability. Sadeas demanded answers from the Parshendi leaders. He received none. When he stepped up beside her and saw the wreckage below, he went barreling off, shouting

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