Confutus

Shardblades are worth fortunes. Palaces, cities, even kingdoms, as Sadeas observes. They are just too valuable and too coveted to sell by normal means. For her to offer it for sale would be indistinguishable from an invitation to be robbed; especially if she were to offer it clandestinely. She wouldn't keep it five minutes from anyone with training in fighting shardbearers without more knowlege of the masculine arts than we've been told she has.

Thnaks for the cookie. I can almost taste it...

I appreciate the welcome

confuted. ahem, Confucius. I mean, Locutus. ?!! Confutus! I've been reading Fantasy since the 1970s, with Lord of the Rings; I'm familiar with the work of Terry Brooks, David Eddings, Stephen R. Donaldson, Terry Goodkind, Patrick Rothfuss, Robert Jordan, Elizabeth Moon, and a host of other authors of greater and lesser popularity and stature. I've even sampled George R. R. Martin, to my dismay. I've liked Brandon Sanderson's work since I first speed-read Elantris. Mistborn was better, so I already knew who he was when he was picked to finish The Wheel of Time. Based on what I'd read, I thought his work was good, but not great. When the Way of Kings came out, I went ahead and bought it, first edition hardcover, unseen and unread, mostly on the strength of what he'd done with the Gathering Storm and the cover blurbs, which is something I almost never do. I still wasn't expecting much. I was blown away. So here I am.