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You're right. Sry. I edited that it fits.

N.k. Jemisin's fifth season is also great. Codex Alera by Jim Butcher The Lightbringer Series by Brent Weeks The Moontide Quartet by David Hair

So I guess Kaladins is placed high upon your list of favourite Characters? Who else do you like?

Odium and Moash be the good guys. Would you rather read SA 4 or the last book of MB era2 first?

Hello and welcome! And which is your favourite book of Brandon?

Hello and welcome! Which book of Brandon is your favourite one?

Hello and welcome to the shard! Which kind of magic of Brandon's books would you like to have?

@Life&Death

Damaya followed him nervously outside and then waited for whatever he had planed. "My illusions are tied to memories at the moment. I can't do anything else. But maybe that's because I'm no artist. I never tried to soulcast. I don't know more than the basics about stormlight." That sounded like she was thumb so she added: "But I can calculate, and sew and do embroidery. My cooking is allright and I learned how to look after a household. I know some basic physics and a lot more about taxes and Shipping. Philosophy, what you need to know to make polite conversation." She fell silent when she realized that she was talking to cover her nervousness. That had been irrelevant. He knew what to do. "Yeah, sorry. I'm nervous."

Damaya only nodded towards Araha, as she didn't want to disturb her friend's conversation. She then leaned against a wall close to the door and waited for Araha and Mr Amber to finish their business. Hopefully they could then start the training. Her resolve to face her illusions weakened with every passing minute, although she made sure to display a brave face. "I'm ready." She told them, to make sure they weren't waiting for each other. @Life&Death @Cyanic

"No." Damaya admitted grinning sheepishly at her friend. "Mr Amber allowed me to eat some chocolate. And it's sooooooooooo good."

That's what I've done so far. And ans vegetables that rely in a plant to flower are also difficult. All right, I'll just make some kind of stew. At least that fits to a travelling party. What food do you think of? We can definitly organize something...

"Thank you." Damaya smiled at him gratefully. "I'll just wait here until you're finished." She walked over to the table and chose the smallest piece of chocolate she could find. Good Chocolate was rare, even for the woman she had grown up with. Choosing some huge part would have felt wrong, it was kind enough, that he simply gave something away. And it was like heaven on earth. Sweet and bitter, melting in exactly the right way. Perfect. Behind her Araha started talking to Mr Amber, but she didn't listen, instead she took another bite of chocolate. It was only when Araha looked at her expectantly that she realized she had been talking to her. Something about a Bath? "Sure." She answered with a smile, hoping it wasn't to far off from what was expected.

"You could be right. I don't know. I don't really want to go back there." Damaya looked up at the stranger entering the room, happy that this line of conversation was over. And that his arrival gave her a good excuse to Stop talking about the man. "I'll go and look for Mr Amber, ask him if he has time for both of us." @Cyanic =========== Damaya knocked at the kitchen door and then ist herself in. "Good morning." She greeted Mr Amber and smiled. She thought about what she wanted to say and ordered her thought. "Several things actually. Yesterday you called someone to repair the floor - could you call her again to repair the hallway and the ceiling? There are lots of holes because of the bombs." She smiled and unsere smile, then hastily continued: "And Araha and I would like to train. If you have a few moments for us? I promise I will keep myself thogether better." Again that pleading tone in her voice. "And I gave my room to the girl that fell asleep in the hallway. And if it's possible I'd like to work some more for some food and a place to sleep for tonight. And the training of course. Maybe after the training, if that's all right for you?" She fell silent, waiting nervously for his answers. @Life&Death

"The man..." She stopped, breathed deeply and then continued. "The man in the vision I showed you. The last name the sorcerrer mentioned was his last name." She left the room and they went into the dining hall to eat breakfast. Damaya kept quiet, until they both had some food on their plates and sat down. "We could always ask him. But I'm not sure if that's wise. I think he would be powerfull, if the sorcerrer calls him enemy." @Cyanic

"No, I don't. I have absolutey no idea. Maybe we have to wait until we head from them again. Or we go to the house I grew up and see that's going on there." She shuddered slightly and covered it by getting up and folded her blanket. @Cyanic

In my opinion it does Maybe take a look at who the King's wit was. When you will buy an audiobook of one of Sanderson's books in your native language, and you already have both the book and the audiobook in english, because you finally convinced your husband to try the books out. When you now spend hours thinking about which book would be best and can't decide. (Anyone has a suggestion?)

A zinc feruchemist. That could also be usefull after college. If you have to choose: would you rather have nightblood or a bead of lerasium?

Hello and welcome to the shard! And which of his books did you like best?

Damaya woke up early. She couldn't remember her dreams, and that was a good thing. Silently she left the room and went bathing. Her hair stank after fire and her body was still smeared with blond. The warm water was wonderful and afterwards she felt like a real person again. She walked back to Araha's room and entered. Shorty afterwards Araha opened her eyes and Damaya smiled at her. "Good Morning." She quickly dressed and then sat down on the floor. "What do you think of breakfast and then we can look for Mr Amber? He mentioned something about my illusions yesterday that I want to follow up with. And you still haven't trained either." @Cyanic

No they aren't. *sigh* If you find the time, you could take a look at Warbreaker. I imagine you could find some characters there that you like. And the Emperor's Soul (set in the same world as Elantris), a novel like Edgedancer. All of his books are good

Thanks! I'll try it out!

"Your room is fine. I just gave mine to the girl, who fell asleep in the hallway." Damaya opened the door and put her staff in a corner. Hesitating for a moment, she then changed out of the remaining rags of her dress into a simple one to sleep in. She brushed her hair and braided it, then used a small cloth to wash her face and hands. After she cleaned her teeth, she spread her blanket on the floor and lay down, waiting for Araha to finish her preparations. "Sleep well Araha and good dreams." @Cyanic

Damaya left Pry to sleep and went back into the Hallway. The Waystop had gotten quieter, but there were sounds coming out of the kitchen. Slowly she collected her belongings and stuffed everything back into her bag. She had lost some spheres, but that had been expected. Her mind still ran in circles, so much had happened today, she was still trying to understand all of it. Unsure where to go, as she had just given her room away she went into the library and sat down with her back against the wall. It was quiet in here, peacefull. The sorcerrer had looked for her. Told everybody, that she was the daughter of his enemy, that the world was doomed if he didn't find her. What did that mean? That the man was a good person in reality? Everything inside of her whined at that thought. He wasn't a good person. No chance at that. "Corundum." She whispered and watched the walls until she could see him. It didn't take him long, her using his full name had turned into a code between them. Shaping himself into a mass of lines he hovered before her. "Damaya." His voice was comforting, deep and relaxing. "Do you know what this was about?" Her voice shook, and she clawed her hands into the remains of her skirt. "No. Such knowledge I do not posses." Nodding she extended a hand towards him and felt a small spark when he encompassed it. Comforting her in his own way. She needed him, needed him as much as she needed air or water. He kept her sane, stayed with her when the darkness threatened to claim her. In the daylight she lied to herself, to the world, but it was in times like these that she needed his comfort. And she hated him even more for that. Hated the bond, the powers that led to suffering. Hated him for accepting an oath she didn't understand. And at the same time she craved him, ensured herself unconciously, that he was still around. "I'm sorry." She whispered and knew that he understood. Snatching her hand back she hugged herself and Coru dissolved again into cryptic syllables on the floor. Damaya stared at him, tried to get her thoughts ordered and without realizing, she nodded of. //Damaya sat in a corner, her back pressed to the remaining wall of the ruin. She was hungry and exhausted, but the street didn't wait for you to sleep. It preyed upon those too weak to keep up, ripped them apart without mercy. She stumbled to her feet and started towards the closest Alley. Food, food and a place to sleep. Darkness covered the spots around her and she hurried, a strange feeling in her gut. Something lured here, waited for her. She ran around a corner and froze // She awoke with a start when her head met the ground. Her heart pounded in her chest, sweat covered her brow. Her head hurt, and her muscles had clenched due to the uncomfortable position. It was dark in the library. Suddenly it felt too dark. Fear clenched her heart and she stumbled to her feet. It was silly to be afraid, she was safe here, but her mind screamed "run" and so she grabbed her bag and fled the room. "Hey." Araha. Damaya turned and stared at her, until she understood what her friend suggested. Sharing a room. Without thinking about it she replied: "Sure. I'll follow you."