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This regard yes it isn't that good but with Kaladin and Renarin I noticed he writes them quite well. Kaladin's depression isn't just him and he has good days and bad days which is exactly someone with depression at least from my experience is like. Especially in the aspect of you're having a good day then one little thing happens, weeks become unbearable. With Renarin, I noticed his behaviour as very normal but I knew compared to other characters, it was abonormal. When I found out he was on the spectrum I went "ohhh, it all makes sense". I live with people on the spectrum and they are in varying degrees and let me tell you, Renarin is written perfectly in that regard from and outside characters view. I think some characters aren't as well written (ie Shallan with Borderline Personality Disorder, no one is that extreme/ subtle with their personalities). I think you can tell from the characters best written, which one Sanderson relates or understands most.

I don't get the hate either but I feel like Shallan might be kidding herself into liking him because she feels like she has to. (I don't agree with the Shallan and Kaladin ship because Kaladin is even worse for her)

Yesterday I had a feeling, you know how Kaladin's surges combined allows him to fly. Well what if a lightweavers surges combined allows them to create real things, not illusions? She can soul cast blood, flesh ect and make an illumination of a person and make another human being. Truthwatchers would do something similar but more nature wise. Which correlate to each orders soulcasting properties and essences. I think lasers are possible as like hand beams but probably not in the way of laser guns as in on some other thread) Hope this makes sense

From what I gathered, Moelach is one of the sort of mindless Unmade who sounds like a personification of Death. Seeing the future it almost impossible as you can see with the Diagram, it is not always right because people change all the time. Look at Mistborn with one of its metals being able to see a little into the future but becomes irrelevant when another uses the same technique. The Death Rattle's they make seem to give a feeling of when someone has been starved and tortured so much that spewing out their "Rattle" is like their dying breath. I hypothesis that Moelach is a personification of Death and everything it does will equate to death or the fear of death. Similar to the Unmades that personified greed, bloodlust, chaos. I think Moelach will become a more terrifying force to Team Honour when they realise it is more than just the Death Rattles that it makes. Also in regard to the future aspect, I don't think they're real. Odium wouldn't allow Moelach to reveal such important information if they were. I see them as more a little push to get others to do what Odium wants or they are so outrageous that they spark a final lunacy to the person speaking the rattle before they die. I just realised that each Unmade probably represents the evil of humanity

If Szeth does not say anything then he is pretty much killing Dalinar with ignorance because the Fused and Voidbringers can use all the surges so it is important in a strategic sense to be told how each of them work

@Mailnaise Thank you, I didn't realise the covers were different. I always thought they were similar to the ones I had but apparently not

When did I fall asleep? One minute everyone I loved was in pain, the next, I’m here. But where was here? I had woken up in a place of white. White sky and white ground while everything between was purely this mystical shade. The space wasn’t made of any materials like snow or paint, in fact it was made of no physical matter, it just was. And I stood in the middle of the serenity. My hair surfed the non-existent breeze while my clothes blew the other direction. I should have felt afraid but a psychedelic paralysis drew out all of my emotions. Enthralled with the surreal existence I had found myself, I let my feet carry me forward. Letting my trance-like mind lead me through the nothingness. My mind was blank as I ventured further into the white nothingness but that was not all I could see. Stark, bare trees began to dot the landscape the further along I walked. They were dead, sucked of any life they had once possessed. The more I walked, more these black, shrivelled up trees, lined the path I walked. The once clear contrast of white and black was blurred as the trees began to enclose me into their clutches. I felt pain as the dry branches brushed me, poked me and eventually graduated to scratching. Gouging my skin until my arms and face bled. Even with the searing agony, my face portrayed nothing. I made no noise as I pushed through the thick branches, I made not a single sound as more of my blood fell to the white ground. This dream world was soundless. The colours. The sounds. This barren world I had woken up in was the perfect mixture of oblivion and entirety. But like all things, everything and nothing cannot exist forever for the silence birthed a single sound. A meow. I instantly twisted around and came eye to eye with a creature. A cat. The majestic cat sat back on its hind legs, mirroring my emotionless features. No tree branch dared to touch this cryptic creature as it stared at me with its yellow eyes. It was only a cat but the world of nothing that stretched on for infinity that I had found myself in, lent me its fear. The cat didn’t blink but I did and when I did, moments flashed across my mind. I saw many things. Things that were either real or not and even things that border-lined reality. Though they were not so far-fetched as I so think. The blood. The horror. The death. It was my reality. I looked beyond the black cat, down the path lined with dead trees. It was an endless path that was forged in the maddening dreams of my maker. Made for me to grow so weak from the walking that I would inevitably die from the motion. I was dying. This cat was cruel enough to show me how meaningless my existence was. My reality in life was merely an illusion. I was nothing. Everything, like this barren dreamworld, was nothing. The path I walk is lonely from birth to death. Yet I walk this path, like my ancestors before me, expecting it to change but nothing ever will. Death will only replace me with another. Upon my realisation, I collapsed in a pool of my own blood. My body cut up from life’s hardships. The cat prowled forward, sniffing the air. My face couldn’t move for Death controlled me but in my heart I could help the horrified smile that threatened to escape. Death was simply a cat. And to a cat, life is meaningless. I wanted to share this but didn't know where and when I found out I could post on this forum which has become my life, I got excited. Anyway I hope people enjoy it!

I might seem really dumb but.... where do the colours come from? If it is from the books, my books are blue for WoK, red for WoR and red for OB

I noticed that too. Even Shallan does it but I think she does it more because she needs a marriage alliance to protect her brothers and because of that has become blinded to if she actually likes Adolin or not. Hope that makes sense

That look wasn't enough. Am I the only one who wanted the look on Laral's face to be even more... I don't know how to describe it... annoyed, angry? More shade throwing

Am I the only one who wanted Kaladin to stay with his family when he found them again?

This pretty much throws the assault theory out the window. As a lot of people have mentioned, the most likely possibility is the too intelligent ect theory

From what I read in the books, it sounds like Voidspren give the user a surge to use. However there has been no mention of a Singer using a Shardblade

I have noticed that the most popular choices are the ones we know a lot about which makes sense but it shows how little we know of the others;-;

Please expand on this theory

@Ixthos yes it does. Thank you

Any scene that Renarin can actually show himself and speak is amazing. Precious, sweet child

Best scene, best part, best everything <3

I guess you're right. Having a character always being morally good or evil is uninteresting. I guess we are just so used to seeing how Kaladin acts and comparing it to Moash who is obviously his character foil. So it is enraging to see that Moash had ways out but chooses not to for revenge. I myself do not like him at all even if he got redeemed but I can see why people don't completely hate on him.

Exactly what the title said. Is it fanfiction? Original work ideas?

Hey, Right now I am up to page 331 of All the Light We Cannot See and then I'll probably read Warbreaker. Though can I just say how beautiful All the Light We Cannot See it. Gorgeous

Yeah I never really hated Gaz, he was just doing his duty but he did feel bad for all the man he had to send out to die, so maybe that is what allow him to possibly be a squire. As for Vathah, he deserted. I wonder what for

Launches head through a cannon... I think rocks are better (sorry I had to do it) But yeah just due to the nature of the books, guns don't seem to be happening at least not an individual gun. Swords are better anyway

And a fork is used often as a weapon, those things a deadly

Still a weapon of sorts. I do have a feeling a hamster like ball as a weapon exists in real life then yes. Hamster ball shard