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As for Aona and Skai, they're dead as of Elantris.

I would like to announce that: I AM CHARON'S PALM

They're pretty sweet lessons, you have to admit.

But much like Shasta Smedry, you can never truly control it...

*Shivers* Pig day.....March will never be the same for me...

This is the best theory so far on the subject. Good work. So....could I train a young bloodawesome to think he's immortal and invincible, and through the power of the mind make it so? I see potential for trilogies 2 and 3 here...

I'd be spending time in both Elendel and the Roughs. T'Telir would be good for my needs. Kharbranth all the way. Elantris is too good to pass up.

The young Dalinar has a great personality for Iron Man. Cocky, Arrogant, Powerful, heck, even comes with a ton of sychophants. He would be the perfect fit.

I believe this one came about when I decided the old "Hero of Prophecy" trope was overrated. Exile. This was not the word I had imagined would define my existence. It started with the prophecy, the foretelling of the terrible tyrant who would destroy the world, if not for the aid of a valiant hero. Two weeks ago they showed up on my doorstep, come to kill me for a crime some distant seer had said I would commit. No, this is not the story of a prophecied hero. This is the story of the villain.

I would like to annnounce that Dragonwasp sounds cooler anyways.

I can piss people off. I'm not kidding, no matter how mild-mannered or mild you are, I can have you spitting fire within an hour. It works on almost a Smedry-Talent type level. On a side note, I can stick my feet behind my head and walk on my palms.

They all based humans, and likely plant/animal life, off of wht they remembered from Yolen. I find it likely that the magic systems are doing something similar, though probably not on purpose.

We don't know nearly enough about Hoid to stik him anywher eon the list, and he's more the "Hide in the shadows and create them" type, not the "Join them while somebody else makes them." variety. Hmmm, wonder when Hoid'll organize the Avenger team then...

Tin does make colors more vivid, so I'd imagine turning it off would be like losing your breath, though on a lesser scale.

This. We've seen the bigger picture, and now it's ALL we can see. We're the one who see the universe and all the planets, and that makes it hard to see the microorganisms. It's good to have sites like Stormblessed who can still look at the smaller things without the bigger picture smashing its way in all the time.

Technically, his wife is. ...That would be awkward for Brandon...

I guess that's what you get for accepting Chaos' cookies. Problem is, They're so delicious! >_>

I would like to announce that this message was left intentionally blank. ...Oops.

'fraid I don't know what you mean, and it's not really the title, I'm just unable to come up with one :3

And the Prologue of the Titless Story... PROLOGUE The world exploded. Eleven mages sung their spell. Bits of rock and steel burst apart as the massive chunk of land ripped itself free from the ground, lifting off into the air. The people atop it scrambled and shouted, frantically trying to find a way to get down. On the other side of the world, another chunk of land tore free, floating off to the side and moving downwards. In the middle of it all stood the circle of ten surrounding the king, their energetic song echoing throughout the battlefield. It was in A-sharp, the key for movement. The ten voices were accompanied by their king, sitting in the middle, plucking away a secondary melody in C, the key for spirit. The spells had been years in the making, and had been bolstered with several sharps for added effect. Their song thrummed with power, causing small bursts of light to appear around their circle, imitating the sound patterns they were forming. The piece tilted, becoming louder, deeper, and slower. The group’s key shifted into C-sharp, with the king expertly transitioning into A. With a roar the two floating landmasses folded, crunching inward on themselves and puffing into two massive orbs of multicolored light. Instantly the light exploded outwards, blowing the eleven mages backwards with the sheer intensity of sound. The very air shook, the force of the sound splitting apart the broken landscape. The mages stumbled to their feet, slowly rising from the ground, staring almost in disbelief, at the massive craters they had created. That was it. It was over. After over a thousand years of nothing but fighting, it was over. The two opposing sides had been separated at last, cast away into their own realities, never to do battle again. The king stood, speaking. “We must move quickly to stabilize the spell. In its current form, the loopholes may allow them to temporarily manifest on their opposing planet. We cannot let this war continue!” It was a valid concern, unfortunately. So sad he noticed it, I was starting to like him… One of the mages stood, grey cloak fluttering. The other ten regarded him with curiosity, looking upwards quizzically. The cloaked figure stood, and with one fluid motion, pulled out a sword and beheaded the king. The others froze in shock, even their expanded minds unable to comprehend what they had just seen. They died quickly and quietly, too surprised to resist. The Philosopher wiped his blade in silence, his illusionary mage guise melting away. The fools. They thought they were ending a war. No, the true war has yet to start. The separation was only the beginning…

All the magic systems are trying to immitate something. Shallan's Memories seem to be another world's attempt at whatever the Coppermind was modeled after.

Yeah, he said he'd probably end up changing the title since evrybody laughs when they see the enormous size of the book and compare it to the title

Couldn't have sait it better.

Woah. Just, woah.

Depends on how soon I get the book, but all that aside: *Cool Voice* CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!