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Well, as of today I have indeed officially completed 120 straight days (or approximately four straight months) of writing on Crimson Shadows! For a reminder, I've been trying for at least 1,000 words a day minimum, which so far I've managed to stick to! Which puts me, for those keeping score, at 154,032 words over 29 full chapters, a prologue, and 4 interludes. I'd say that this means that at the moment I'm roughly 80% done with this draft, and remain on track for my goal of wrapping it up in late June!
Last time I posted, I said I wanted to go ahead and talk a bit more about some of my future plans for this setting, including my immediate plans for when I wrap up this draft. So here we go!
First off, my next immediate plans for Crimson Shadows are to, as noted, wrap up the first draft in about a month. Then, following some writing advice I've gotten from elsewhere, I plan to let it sit for a while (several weeks at minimum) and turning my attention to other things to detox for a bit, then do a full reread with relatively fresh eyes before moving on to a second draft and whatever major revisions I feel the story needs. After that I'll probably start looking for beta readers (if anyone is interested!) and after that... who knows?
But what about the other projects in this setting that I've been alluding to? Here I can go into a bit more detail about what's likely next on my agenda!
Shade’s Saga Intro
So far in this thread, I've mostly been posting about the novel I'm currently engaged in writing, the tentatively titled Crimson Shadows. As I noted in my initial post, this story takes place in only one small corner of what I’m envisioning as a larger setting, one where I wanted to give myself a chance to play around with a number of different styles and subgenres of epic fantasy (authors having their own private setting where they put a decent chunk of their output seems to have been more common in the past than it is now, though it’s possible that’s because it just takes a while to build up enough stories in a given setting to make it obvious; but it still seems like either long single-narrative series or authors writing in a bunch of mostly unconnected settings is more typical these days). Crimson Shadows (and its hypothetical sequel, tentatively titled The Damned Saint) is a more modern style political/intrigue/adventure/romantic fantasy mostly set in and around a particular city-state (the sequel will likely get a bit further afield). I also have plans percolating for a more conventional Tolkienesque high fantasy trilogy throwback in a different region of the world.
What I want to talk about today is the third series I’m currently looking at for this setting, a sword-and-sorcery series I’m imaginatively calling “Shade’s Saga” (again, likely not the final title!) after its main character. Sword and sorcery differs from high fantasy in various ways. It tends to have lower stakes, focusing more on personal adventures than the fate of the world (though its scope can occasionally creep that high). Its installments also tend to be shorter; s&s tends to be more associated with short stories, novellas and shorter novels in contrast to lengthy series of doorstoppers the way high fantasy is, and its structure tends to be more episodic rather than having a single overarching narrative. Its heroes tend to be less clear-cut; though they usually possess at least some admirable qualities and can be rooted for, they’re often rogues, scoundrels, or tormented antiheroes more interested in treasure, revenge, adventure for its own sake or other personal agendas than fighting for a cause. And magic in such stories is often a dangerous, hostile force even for the characters who wield it. While high fantasy descends primarily from Tolkien and Lord of the Rings, sword and sorcery is generally considered to have originated with Robert E. Howard’s Conan stories, with Lieber’s Fafhrd and the Grey Mouser and Moorcock’s Elric probably being the two next most notable and influential examples.
Shade is a character I’ve known for a long time. I first conceived of the character more than a decade ago, driven by my long-term fascination with the “dark elf” archetype. My original conception was for a more high fantasy-esque tale, but told from the perspective of characters who would be villains in a more conventional narrative, with a somewhat ASOIAF-inspired plot arc – when the ruler of an ancient, malevolent empire ruled by a powerful nonhuman race is assassinated, her four children end up forced into exile and scattered around the world, where they would have various adventures in different lands before ultimately reuniting and getting their revenge on the usurper. I tried several false starts with this, but they never seemed to gain traction and go anywhere. However, it became clear that the character who most drew me was eldest sister Taerlyth, who would flee over the mountains to human lands where she would be forced to stoop to mercenary work to support herself while concealing her true identity and trying to find allies, taking the pseudonym “Shade” in the process.
Eventually, I decided to refocus the series entirely. Jettisoning the epic high fantasy setup, I decided to start with Shade already in exile in human lands, going through various episodic, smaller scale adventures in the vein of Conan or Elric with her backstory and true motives only gradually being revealed and her siblings as off-page characters whose fate is (initially) unknown. In hindsight, this seemed like a much more obvious approach for the character and her story. As I began creating my world for Crimson Shadows, it became increasingly obvious to me that this was also the human world into which Shade had strayed. Thus, the shared setting was born.
As I mentioned, “dark elves” as an archetype have long been a guilty pleasure of mine (I blame early exposure to Drizzt Do’Urden and Liriel Baenre, as well as to the Yuuzhan Vong, who IMO have one foot in “space drow” and the other in “space orcs”; alternately, I once saw them described as a comparatively - emphasis on comparatively - lighter-and-softer version of Warhammer 40K's Drukhari). Elric of Melnibone, whose people originated the modern “dark elf” as a concept (there are “dark elves” in Tolkien's Middle-earth of course, but they’re nothing like this; of all Tolkien's creations the Black Numenoreans are probably closer to the stereotypical concept, not that they’d appreciate being compared to any kind of elves!) is a classic sword-and-sorcery (anti)hero, making it all the more obvious to me that this genre and approach was the correct one for the character. And Shade, who for most of her stories will be a stranger in a strange land, traveling among a people not her own and to whom she is a creature from their oldest, darkest mythologies and a practitioner of strange and alien sorceries and shadowed by a tragic fate, definitely has some Elric in her. Though I certainly hope to give the character her own distinct voice and feel, particularly in bringing in some more modern sensibilities in terms of characterization and tone vs Elric’s pulpier ones.
At the moment, I mostly envision Shade’s Saga as being a series of short stories, though I have at least one full-length novel featuring the character building in me (featuring her homecoming and showdown with her family’s enemies); this would probably be considerably shorter than Crimson Shadows. I’ve sketched out basic ideas for around ten shorts already; I’ve written a few fragments of one as of last year but will likely jettison it and start fresh when I seriously approach these. At the moment, I intend to try and knock off rough drafts of a couple of Shade stories (probably between 5,000 and 10,000 words each) between the first and second drafts of Crimson Shadows, to try and get the character’s voice and the vibe I’m going for down (I’m hoping for something that feels like a throwback to old-style sword and sorcery tales, but with, again, a more modern sensibility). And while Crimson Shadows is mostly set in one city, Shade is more of a globetrotter, so this should also give me more of an opportunity to explore more nooks and crannies of my shared setting and flesh it out a bit more. The difference in location and subgenre will also hopefully let me shed a different light on some elements from Shadows; ie, that book takes place in a city-state where people largely understand magic (or at least, think they do) and treat it as a science, whereas Shade will get a chance to poke her nose into places where much weirder and more mysterious powers reside (and her own abilities stem from a form of sorcery most humans would find strange and creepy, and which she is not eager to explain).
At the moment, I have vague ideas for about ten+ books in the shared setting; two “Thea and Lys” novels – Crimson Shadows and The Damned Saint; two Shade books – a collection of the short stories and a full novel; a more ASOAIF epic political/military fantasy set in an empire that's sort of a mix of Byzantine and Ottoman elements (but with a dominant religion that's closer to Manichaeism than either Orthodox Christianity or Islam); and the old school high fantasy throwback trilogy that’s still in the distant planning stages. Of all of these, I’ve only done serious work on Crimson Shadows. Of course, I’m absolutely leaving myself open for more stories with any of these characters, as well as other stories to tell in other parts of the world, especially if I hit on other fantasy subgenres I might be able to use in it. Is all this ambitious? Probably unrealistically ambitious? Sure, but I feel like I’ve built up some real momentum in the last few months in a way I haven’t in a very long time, and it feels like a shame to waste it.
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Thank you all for your kind words and your interest! As of today's writing, I just crossed 150,000 words, and am now at 151,031 words exactly, over twenty-eight full chapters, half of a twenty-ninth chapter, a prologue and four interludes (the prologue and interludes all being shorter than regular chapters). I'm still estimating it will ultimately come out to between 190,000 and 200,000 words total. So I'd say I'm continuing to make pretty good progress! I plan to have another fairly hefty post on Tuesday (since that's when I'll be at exactly 120 days of writing, or approx. four months) about the overall status of the project and a bit more on the sword-and-sorcery stuff I'm looking to do as one of the other projects in the same universe (as mentioned in the original post). But if there's anything more specific you'd like to know more about before then, feel free to let me know! Thanks again!
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For today, thought I'd go ahead and share the rough blurb for Crimson Shadows that I've been tinkering with (a bit longer than the brief elevator pitch from my original post).
Thea di Trevana is a princess. Heir to a wealthy and powerful city-state, she nonetheless finds herself stifled by the expectations of palace life. In her attempts to find freedom, she will become enmeshed in a long-simmering plot and forced to confront the sins of her city’s, and her family’s, past.
Lys is a thief. Born to a people considered cursed and outcast, she would do anything to escape her debt to a dangerous crime lord. When she takes a job from a mysterious patron hoping that it will solve her problems, she soon learns that actions have consequences and she’s become a part of something much larger and more far-reaching than she’d realized.
A chance encounter will bring Thea and Lys together… and leave the princess fallen from grace and cut off from family, position and privilege. Together, they will have to unwind the plots which seethe through their city and confront the injustices it is built on… and may be the only ones who can stand between an ambitious senator and the power he seeks.
Does it pique your interest? Or does it need more work?
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So, for my next thing associated with my Crimson Shadows project I'd like to share, I've been working on a music playlist to accompany my writing or help me get into the proper mood. For this one, I've been using Disney songs (and a few songs from a couple of movies that aren't technically Disney but in similar style) - hey, I've always found Disney songs good for getting in the mood, since they're already designed to convey character or narrative and are familiar enough that most people will get it when you reference them;). Each of these songs was picked because they reflect a character, idea, scene or sequence from the book (covering the whole story, including parts I've outlined but not actually written yet), arranged roughly in the proper order. Here is my current playlist:
1. One Jump Ahead (Aladdin)
2. I just Can’t Wait to be King (Lion King)
3. Reflection (Mulan)
4. A Whole New World (Aladdin)
5. Transformation, Phill Collins Version (Brother Bear)
6. All I Ever Wanted (Prince of Egypt)
7. Through Heaven’s Eyes (Prince of Egypt)
8. Look Through My Eyes (Brother Bear)
9. Streets of Gold (Oliver and Company)
10. God Help the Outcasts (Hunchback of Notre Dame)
11. Be Prepared (Lion King)
12. Once Upon a December (Anastasia)
13. In a Place of Miracles (Hunchback of Notre Dame, Unreleased)
14. Can You Feel the Love Tonight (Lion King)
15. My Lullaby (Lion King 2)
16. The Mob Song (Beauty and the Beast)
17. Playing With the Big Boys Now (Prince of Egypt)
18. Let it go (Frozen)
19. When You Believe (Prince of Egypt)
Or, if you'd rather jump in and listen for yourself, here's a YouTube link! Fingers crossed for it working properly.<iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/videoseries?si=bdAfnuRfCh03TqXT&list=PLS-GsNCdEMx5L2RdOcDOHB-Hh9sEKNV9r" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" allowfullscreen></iframe>
Or here.
EDIT: Gah, my attempt at embedding clearly isn't working!
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Thanks!
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Okay, thought I'd go ahead and share some character designs for major characters from Crimson Shadows that I've been working on using the magic of HeroForge(tm). For some context, Thea and Lys are the main characters (Thea probably somewhat more prominent than Lys, though if I ever get around to The Damned Saint that will likely be more Lys's book). Grazia is also a POV character, though less central to the narrative. Meletius and Seraphi are supporting characters, and Senator Adreano di Torriani is an antagonist. For names, I mostly took names that would have been in use in Italy during the Renaissance, mixed in with a few Greek names from the Byzantine Empire for variety (and Seraphi's name is actually a stage name, fwiw). Hopefully this link worked; I was having trouble with it. Fingers crossed!
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Hello, all! Some of you may remember me as having posted a previous writing project of mine around here several years ago; that was my Realm of the Stars series (generic title, I know!) my “girl King Arthur in space meets Star Wars meets Dune” space fantasy saga. That was a passion project of mine I started during NaNoWriMo and continued afterwards; I ended up falling away from it when COVID massively disrupted my life and productivity, but I remain fond of it and would still like to go back someday and clean it up and maybe do something with it. But that’s not what I’d like to talk about today.
Back in late January of this year, I started work on another writing project of mine, this one a more straightforward fantasy that I’d been knocking around in my head for a while. I’ve now been working on it for 110 days straight now, with my goal being to write at least 1,000 words per day, which is relatively easy for me to budget into my schedule between other activities. So far I’ve been able to keep to that promise (most days I’ve gone over) and as of today I’m officially at 140,835 words, which I estimate puts me at slightly under three quarters of the way done with my first draft (I intend this to come out somewhere between 190,000 and 200,000 words, so roughly comparable to Warbreaker).
At the moment, I’m tentatively calling this Crimson Shadows, though I expect I’ll change it down the line (since it sounds too much like RA Salvatore’s Crimson Shadow trilogy, which is very different). It’s an action/intrigue/political/some romance fantasy set in a city-state loosely inspired by Renaissance-era Italy, very much intended to be in the vein of something Cosmere readers might enjoy (though my magic systems aren’t quite as crunchy), while also incorporating some other influences of mine and concepts I find intriguing, including magical transformation, characters being forced to wrestle with questions about their identities, and my own spin on beings similar to D&D’s tieflings. This story is intended to be something that could be read as self-contained, but I do have tentative plans for a sequel continuing the story, tentatively titled The Damned Saint. While I don’t expect this series would be more than a duology, it is set in a world I’ve been slowly assembling in the back of my mind for a while now, which I’d envisioned as a sort of sandbox where I could play around with different styles and subgenres of fantasy. I also have tentative ideas for a sword and sorcery series (a series of shorts and at least one full novel), a more Tolkienesque high fantasy saga (a trilogy, of course) an ASOIAF-esque political/military epic (probably a longer series?) and maybe an attempt to write a more modern take on chivalric romance (standalone) in different regions and time periods in this same world.
For now, my main goal is to wrap up my first draft of Shadows, which I hope to have done by late June if I maintain my current pace. After that, I may try to knock off a couple of the sword-and-sorcery shorts before heading back to do the second draft. I’m overall feeling very excited about this project, and I hope to be able to do something serious with it someday; fingers crossed! Until then, I think I might go ahead and post some of the various “asides” to Crimson Shadows I’ve been doing to help get myself in the proper mood and mindset. First off, the current version of my elevator pitch for the book:
In a city-state inspired by Renaissance Italy, a fallen princess and a streetwise thief are thrown together and must unravel a sinister conspiracy and prevent the city from falling into the hands of a tyrant. For fans of Mistborn and Brimstone Angels.
Does it sound intriguing? If it does, or if there’s anything else you’d like to ask about the project, feel free! Otherwise, in a few days my next post will probably be some character designs I’ve come up with. Thank you!
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It does. Thank you!
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Hey, this may seem like kind of a weird question, but I know Brandon has released a number of his unpublished early works to the public in various forms. My understanding is that those are as follows, in the rough order they were written (an asterisk signifies works where I've gotten my hands on a copy myself and/or know where to find one):
Dragonsteel Prime*
White Sand
Mythwalker*
Aether of Night
Way of Kings Prime*
Is this list correct in terms of both content and order? IE, are there any unpublished but available early works floating around that I haven't included, and is this order essentially correct? Thank you!
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I was just looking back over the 2025 State of the Sanderson today and I found myself coming back to the section on potential future Cosmere projects, the ones that are far enough in the future Brandon doesn't appear to have concrete plans for them (and at least some of them likely won't ever see the light of day at all). Here's the section I'm thinking of, for context:
QuoteOther Random Cosmere Projects
The Night Brigade, Dragonsteel, The Silence Divine, the Grand Apparatus, Mythos, the Aether World book series, Free Fall Seven Layer Burrito World, Caveman Heist, Unnamed Other Ashyn Book... My, my. This list keeps growing, doesn’t it? That’s how it goes. Most of these are just idle thoughts, and none are promised. Many have been on there for over a decade, so I like to drop them into the list when I have something solid in mind, but I won’t be able to get to all (or even most) of them.
My question here being, which of these are you most interested in seeing, or would most want to be sure would be completed out of this list? Here are my rankings:
1. Dragonsteel. I don't think this is particularly unusual, since this one has been hyped for a long time as part of the "Core" Cosmere saga, would have the backstories for Hoid, the original Vessels, and likely other prominent characters, and would give a chance to finally see Yolen, which sounds like a very interesting setting from what I've gathered about it so far. Easy number one.
2. Aether series. It feels like it gets pretty heavily hinted at in The Lost Metal that there's important stuff going on regarding Dhatri, and like Yolen it sounds like an interesting setting and with Aethers having been popping up in various Cosmere works lately, I'd really be interested in digging more into the lore around them.
3. Night Brigade. I've been itching to see a return to Threnody ever since "Shadows for Silence" (Final Empire-era Scadrial remains one of my favorite Cosmere settings in terms of atmosphere, and Threnody has a similar brooding, sinister post-apocalyptic vibe, to a somewhat greater extent even) and especially with all the teasing about about the Night Brigade as a group in Sunlit Man and the Evil's appearance in Emberdark.
4. Ashyn books. Listing Silence Divine and the other unknown Ashyn book together for simplicity's sake - these don't grab me as strongly as the previous ones, but Silence Divine in particular is something Brandon has been teasing for so long now, and checking in on Ashyn and seeing what's going on there and learning more about it definitely does intrigue me (though I imagine we'll be getting some of this in the second Stormlight arc as well).
5-8. Listing the remainder (Mythos, Seven-Layer Burrito, Grand Apparatus, whatever "Caveman Heist" is) together because we know so little about any of them it's hard for me to get that excited or to rank them against each other. Mythos might intrigue me the most, just because of when and how it got namedropped in Mistborn and what a blank slate it especially is. But I don't really have anything more concrete to say about any of these for the moment.
Well, that's my list. I know it's very unlikely we'll see all of these projects completed, but I do hope we get some of them, especially the ones I ranked in the top four. Anyone else have thoughts?
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Great! Thank you!
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This may or may not be the best forum for this (I debated where to put it) but thought I might as well ask here. As far as we know, what are the next few Cosmere projects that Brandon is going to be working on, just to get straight in my head what we should expect and roughly when? I know Isles of the Emberdark is going to be the immediate next one (per Amazon, it looks like the ebook will release this November, and then the physical edition in February) and my understanding had been that next after that will be the revised prose White Sand, and then the Ghostbloods trilogy and Elantris 2&3 alternating. Is this understanding accurate, and is it still the immediate plan as far as we know? Thank you!
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I would assume so, as Nightblood seems to take Breaths from his wielder over time while drawn, not all at once the instant he is drawn, based on what we see in the climax of Warbreaker (he drains Vasher progressively over the course of the fight where he's used). But I'd doubt that it's possible to draw and then sheath him again so quickly that he wouldn't take any Investiture at all. After all, Nightblood's always hungry.
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IIRC, the very first we ever heard about Adonalsium was in the Hero of Ages epigraphs (which alludes to the shattering but doesn't really spell it out explicitly) and the online Q&A session that followed HoA's release.
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Per WoR, Dalinar realizes while fighting Szeth at the climax that he couldn't have defeated him that night; I'm inclined to defer to Dalinar's judgment, so I voted for Szeth.
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IIRC, it's explicitly mentioned in Alloy that Hinston's death wasn't planned and he was supposed to take over the house for his father and run it on his behalf - he died unexpectedly, but Edwarn's plans to fake his own death were already too far advanced at that point to stop, so Wax becoming heir and coming back to take over House Ladrian then became something Edwarn just had to deal with. Hinston's article on the Coppermind is backing me up.
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And so, it's time for the last(?) installment of our little series - Stormlight 5, as based on the opening lines of the prologue Brandon has already posted! Of course, some would say that seeing the future is of the Voidbringers... but if so, the Voidbringers would seem to have some very, uh, interesting ideas about what lies in store for us in the next volume (and go into first person for a few paragraphs for some reason). And like previous incarnations of the bot, are struggling with what, exactly, characters' relationships to each other are. But at least Bridge Four seem to be well-fed this time around. Spoilers (?) to follow:
SpoilerGavilar Kholin was on the verge of immortality.
He merely had to find the right Words to say.And the other men who'd worked so hard to bind him had done that.The only thing remaining was to seek out the king-without spilling anyone's secrets.He had the rest of the day and evening to prepare.I wanted to weep for what was lost, for what he had known would be taken from him.Of course, I didn't.I had servants.I had my arm and leg, which were now poisoned with his blood.I had Malkolm.I had Kholin warcamps and, perhaps, a way to free ourselves from all of this.All right.I had Sadeas's wrist.Kaladin dug the calluses from his fingers and sucked them back into his mouth.Might as well be nice to him.The sun dipped over the horizon.The time for preparations was at hand.He didn't bother shaving the stubble from his face.He had left that to Dalinar and a handful of other men.He found Dalinar at the front of the warcamps, looking at something in his hands.It was large, and dark, and full of metal-hollow orbs and things like that.Dalinar held the object up, turning it over, though Kaladin didn't have the chance to see what it was.The king went in his direction, striding, Dalinar in his wake.Kaladin joined them and crossed to join them on the steps that led up to the center of the hollow.Dalinar's face was tense, though his eyes were relaxed.He stopped and turned toward Kaladin.Kaladin-who had grown a long beard-shook his head.No.Dalinar held out the sphere."What do you say, Father?This is the last thing of your father I have to give you."He'd considered cutting himself, but hadn't been able to bring himself to do it."I'd give anything for you to take it and grow as big as you'd like, Kaladin.""Don't do this, Dalinar.It's not right.""The task is complete, son.""Then you'll do something for me."He held out his right hand, palm up, his arm limp.Dalinar reached down and took the sphere, its softness like so much silk in his grasp.It snapped shut, glowing faintly blue.Dalinar stood, looking down at Kaladin, nodding, as though someone had punched a hole in the wall."I don't know what this is, Father," Kaladin said."It might be an artifact of Kharbranth, or perhaps a link to the Voidbringers.It could be a weapon of the ancients.Or perhaps some prophecy about the fall of Kharbranth.I just can't tell.""I don't need prophecy, son," Dalinar said, fingers tight around the sphere.He was smiling, but Kaladin saw tears in his eyes."I have you."Kaladin's breath shook."Father?""Yes," Dalinar whispered."I think I do."Kaladin glanced to the side, seeing a pair of attendants waiting, ready to push Kaladin and Dalinar up onto their horses-and then run them through in short order.He wanted to scream and run at them, but instead he knelt.Dalinar walked over to him, and Kaladin put a hand on his shoulder.His father knelt beside him, arm on the other's shoulder, and they stared up at the king of Alethkar, looking very much the two old men they were.Adolin joined them on the step, and the three of them knelt, looking up to the sky.The king mounted his steed, steadied him, and gave the word to start moving.Kaladin's muscles tensed as the king rode away.With every step that horse took, with every blow it laid upon the Shardblade and Plate of the king of the Shattered Plains, the sphere grew brighter.Adolin took one hand and cupped it about Kaladin's, pulling him to his feet.Kaladin found his legs shaking.His vision was blurring."We're going to make it, son," Adolin said."Adolin?""I'm sorry," Adolin said."I'm so sorry."He sounded desperate."We'll keep him from getting off that plateau, Kaladin," Dalinar said."That I promise you."Kaladin's right arm started to shake, and Dalinar pulled his hand back."Keep him back, Son," Adolin said."I'm sorry for all that's happened, Brightlord.""Adolin!""I have a wife, Brightlord," Adolin said."You're a Shardbearer.I didn't want to have to be the one to have to ask you to...ask you to let me kill you."Dalinar let go of Kaladin."Take this to the king," Adolin said.He pressed the sphere into Kaladin's palm."You can return with it to the Shattered Plains.""I can't leave him," Kaladin whispered, feeling helpless."Not yet.""We can go for help," Adolin said."But you have to go back and watch him.And just...you have to try to make him understand.The sky...the Stormfather and its creations.What's happening here.You have to try, Kaladin.You have to try."Dalinar pulled Kaladin into his arms."Stormfather..." Kaladin said."What is happening here?"That night, Kaladin stood before the campfire, looking eastward.He didn't know what the next few weeks would bring.He didn't know if they'd find a way to stop Deshi al'Vere.How long would the armies be in the warcamps?How long would they stay there?What if they got defeated before they got out of place?And what would happen to the king?Kaladin had a duty to him, and still, there was that foolish idea he'd had, the one about letting others serve his wound.Would that, as easy as it had seemed, have made the king hesitate before charging on the chasmfiend?It didn't seem worth the risk.He couldn't walk the man back to camp, and he didn't want to try to cross the chasm without a bridge.It didn't feel right.They weren't prepared for that kind of challenge.It would take far too long to rebuild bridges to Dalinar's altitude, if they could even do it, and how would they evacuate those who could still walk?Bridge Four was busy.Kaladin watched men run up and down the length of the central plaza in front of the camp.The men had more breakfast than they knew what to do with.They were making brooms and knives and helmets from the debris of the Shattered Plains."Sorry, sir," one of the bridge crews said as Kaladin approached.They were led by a battered man in the ragged black uniform of a lighteyes's personal guard."We're on a tight schedule.You really want to-""Lift the saddles off this lot?"Kaladin said, pointing to the stack of eight-branch saddles that the bridgemen had just pulled down."I won't have your men stopping in the middle of the street and dismounting just to go clean a bridge."He looked at the saddles.One was cracked.Another was splintered near the foot.Kaladin picked one up.They seemed perfectly fine, after the wash of the ocean and the chasm winds.But who knew how long the wood would last?Probably not very long."Adolin," he called.The young prince came running up."The king's asking for you.He's in his quarters, in his highstorm shelter."Kaladin grabbed the reins of one bridgeman's horse and, with the bridgeman's help, shoved it into the saddle."I'll go with you," Adolin said, stepping up beside Kaladin."If I leave, the king will probably abandon Dalinar to his fate.""Are you trying to get yourself killed, son?"Kaladin asked."You should go see to the king's safety.""I'm not the man to get wounded protecting someone else," Adolin said."No," Kaladin said, "but you're the man to save yourself.Even if he thinks you're the one who got wounded in the first place."Adolin looked at him, then sighed and jogged back to his horse, climbing on without much trouble.He led the entire group of bridgemen out of camp.They passed Dalinar's pavilion, and Kaladin quickened his pace.Dalinar's highstorm shelter was in a natural gully in the side of a rocky hill.It had a stone floor and a roof of wood and canvas, though there was barely any shelter at all from the winds that blew through the chasm valley.The bridgemen left the horses outside, trudging through the rock as they hurried toward the shelter.Kaladin spotted Dalinar at the door, leaning back on the logs.He wore a soft gray robe and blue shadowplate.His leg still ached, but he wasn't limping anymore.Even that was a blessing.The door into the shelter was just a large stone slab, thick enough to hold an ox.Kaladin had never been inside a highstorm shelter before; the dome-shaped roof sounded like a thunderstorm, and the floor was like an enormous bowl that could safely hold a highstorm itself.So far as Kaladin knew, there was only one such shelter on the Plains.He'd seen it in brief vision, as he'd descended from the bridge.Amaram's men.Dalinar passed without comment, going toward the rear of the shelter, toward the center of the bowl.When they reached the center, he stopped, leaning his back against the stone slab.Kaladin stood awkwardly, looking down at the interior.The center of the shelter was a circular room with a stone floor.It was also raised up on metal legs.A large painting hung in the center of the room, a scene of warriors and bridgemen riding horses across the Plains.Three men stood in the image, one dark, one light, the third in a red Shardplate.That was himself.A man in a red Shardplate."Amaram," Dalinar said, voice muffled by the rock, "I thought I'd never see you again.Where have you been?""As Alethi knights are trained," Amaram said, not looking up, "we protect those we are assigned to.It's been more important than you know.""I see," Dalinar said."I've come here to deliver to you the proclamation of war against Navani Kholin."The other bridgemen clapped.Dalinar didn't reply.He'd changed much in the past few weeks.He was an older man now.He wore a couple of days' worth of stubble and looked haggard.He hadn't shaved, his white hair showing where he'd let it grow long in his confinement."The Parshendi?"Dalinar said softly."Didn't you have that agreement with them?""They've become a threat to us," Amaram said."A threat to the Alethi people.Navani has long been obsessed with wiping out the Parshendi, and we have done nothing to dissuade her.She keeps working, even after she saw me wounded."Kaladin felt the wind in the storm hole.Navani had imprisoned Amaram-just as Amaram had once imprisoned Dalinar.He could still remember the way Amaram had looked at Dalinar2 -
And now, it's time for Rhythm of War, once again using the opening lines from the prologue! In which Gavilar (who has apparently renounced his throne to become an ardent) and Navani talk politics, business, and sorcery, while the bot is very confused about the exact nature of characters' relationships.
SpoilerOf course the Parshendi wanted to play their drums. Of course Gavilar had told them they could. And of course he hadn't thought to warn Navani.
That would have been so very typical of him. All things considered, she had to admit it was a better outcome than she'd feared. Kholin would need all the help he could get in the coming days.She rose. These mountains were unforgiving. She'd prefer to stay here with Gavilar until his fever passed, but her respect for his recovery demanded that she move. She couldn't risk infecting him.Maybe the task would be easier than she'd expected. It was dangerous, of course, but Gavilar was strong. She had to believe that he would survive.There. The trail should be about halfway to the landing place. Kholin would walk that way.The rocks crunched beneath her feet. Navani walked around the center of the plateau, then came to stand over her father. The moon was bright overhead, orange and cloudless. They both had a crescent band around their eyes."What is it, Navani?" her father asked. "This all seems out of place to me.""Don't be silly, Gavilar. The Parshendi are there." She waved her hands. "Tatnedi, Parshendi, rock, crag, they're all there.""Indeed," Gavilar said, rubbing his eyes."It's probably just some wild animal," she said."I never would have believed this, Navani," Gavilar said, leaning back against the rock. "Everything should have been so … neatly arranged."Navani looked at the surrounding land. "It is perfectly natural. Though I think the rocks may have been shaken as I walked past. There were no tracks, I'm afraid."Her father squinted up at the moon, then glanced at the plateau. "Where does your light go, Navani?""I go where I wish, Gavilar. You don't need to worry about it."He shook his head. "There's something I must ask you. You have recently made a decision to give up sorcery.""Yes." Navani knelt, grasping her father's good hand. She had never fully realized that she'd used sorcery in a way that was contrary to the Highstorms. She still wasn't sure why she had. Perhaps, like the Chasmfiends, she had been acting instinctively. Gavilar was right about her. The use of sorcery as a tool to punish—and save—would not do."We don't need that kind of power, Navani. The world isn't simple enough for such tricks. Perhaps this decision is related."Navani squeezed his hand. "It's not what you think. You don't have to worry about me, Gavilar. I won't lose myself again.""So it seems." He sighed. "You'll need a new business partner, though.""Who said anything about business?""I have to know that no one is manipulating you.""Someone is trying to use me for their own ends. That's a little different.""My point is that you must be sure you are making this decision on your own. The Alethi court won't be happy if you continue to twist yourself into knots. It is very convenient for the others that you play along with their plans.""You think I can't manage this on my own?" Navani asked. "What good will it do for me to help them anyway? They still don't agree with me. I'm perfectly fine on my own.""But what would it be like to have so many people looking to you for the final word? It must be strange to have the weight of all of their hopes and dreams pinned to your shoulders."Navani shook her head. "It's not that bad. You're wrong. I have nothing to lose. I've always taken care of myself.""And that's why you've decided to give up sorcery.""I didn't give up sorcery. I chose to stop using it. It's a natural development. If people see me using sorcery now, then it'll become clear that I am not yet fully in control. The whole point of my ruse was that the Alethi had to trust me. I could be the one to fulfill the final prophecy. I have proven that, whether they liked it or not. And that means they have to let me take my life back, no matter what they do. You know as well as I do that the nobility have very few options.""I'm not sure that's true, Navani." He smiled. "You have a choice. You can stop using your sorcery now, and allow it to take care of itself. Or you can allow them to rule you, which I suspect will only make them more aggressive. You might find it difficult to please all of the stakeholders.""It will be interesting to see how it plays out. Gavilar, I don't need people to be anxious about my actions. It's the Alethi who have to live with their anger. I wish them peace and prosperity, and I will work with them to get that. It is not in my power to interfere with their goals."Gavilar grunted. "I wish that was true. You may have every right to believe that, Navani, but I don't trust these people. There are too many secrets. Even among those of us who serve the king, you should know that much.""No," Navani said firmly. "Don't you dare let them think they can control me. This is not their way."Gavilar smiled sadly. "It is not in yours, either. It is time you let it go, Navani. Your brilliance can be a force for good or ill, but now is not the time for that. This is a time for hard choices. To pick your allies carefully, to leave those who cannot, even if it means you won't always get what you want."Navani gazed at him, momentarily caught off guard. "Gavilar," she said, shaking her head. "I just got home, and you're already making decisions for me.""It's the truth, Navani. You've had a good day. Perhaps a better one than any you've had since you've come here.""It's been the most prosperous year of my life, Gavilar. What right have the Alethi to interfere? Are you really that worried about my reputation, or do you just want to convince me to return the Sphere of the Earthquakes?"He stepped closer, looming over her, looking down at her."I know this," he said. "It's not like I don't know what happened, or what my father tried to do. But I was a king once myself. The rumors are wrong. As wrong as they were in my time, they're still wrong now.""So you're planning on making yourself king again?""As opposed to you? I would be honored. Please do not take this the wrong way, Navani, but your politics disgust me.""So you're going to let the Alethi take my life for me, because I don't think the way they do?""Yes. It is the lesser evil, of course, but still an evil. You would be the Empress of I'dw tr ybeir, and you would be righting the wrongs. I can't let that happen. Please. Don't let me make that decision for you."Navani stared at him. This was a unique moment in history. Here she was, a spoiled courtier, and her ghola, a king. And she felt her entire world shifting again. This man could die."How far do you intend to take this?" she asked. "Your life?""I think I have earned that much. But I will not force you to help. I want you to decide, free of my influence. We've been through a lot, Navani. You have the right to make your own choices. I will not apologize for that."She held his eyes. Finally, she nodded, and she looked away, staring into the growing gloom.After a moment, she sighed and turned back to Gavilar. "I will need to meet with the king. If you are not to be involved, then please don't call me a heretic. That's not what this is about.""Of course.""Good."She kissed his cheek and stood. Gavilar rose to meet her, and the pair walked in silence toward the palace, passing a dozen archers before Navani looked up."Gavilar?"He froze."I just realized what you did for us. What you did for Dalinar. I wasn't mad that you killed Elhokar, I was mad at myself for not appreciating what you did. You just saved us all. Even if your idea about Dalinar doesn't work out, you saved us."She blushed slightly. "Oh, I am sorry, did I say that out loud?""No. Never mind."Navani glanced back at them, but they were still watching the prince.She turned back to Gavilar. "Do you want to go?""Are you saying that because you want me to?""Of course not. And yes."Gavilar eyed her. "What is it? Something else you feel obligated to do?""I don't want to offend you, but I need to tell you something.""You can tell me anything, Navani," he said. "And you don't have to—it doesn't mean that we're... enemies. Or that I've stopped trying to impress you."He gave her a warm smile. "Maybe we are becoming friends.""You have been my friend before," Navani said. "There was a time when, if I had to choose between you and a horse, I would've picked the horse. But that was then. I don't want you to think that, because we are not married, that I am going to jump in bed with you or whatever. You need to understand, the world is full of disgusting scoundrels, and the Arad Amaranth is no exception.""I know."She nodded. "I don't mean that as an insult. It's just that you are a scoundrel, and I will never be. But I like you, Gavilar. I care for you, and you are not horrible, so this cannot turn into a relationship of mutual dependency. It simply won't.""I... well, thank you. I really do understand.""I can't take you back to Alethkar, of course, but-"Gavilar held up a hand. "Don't get carried away. I am an ardent, Navani. If I wanted to see you again, I could have you sent on assignments. You need to understand this isn't a relationship.""It's a friendship.""I'm not in love with you.""We will see.""How do you know I won't, um... accidentally take my husband away?"Gavilar frowned. "You're not actually planning to... get me killed?"Navani gave him a solemn nod. "As part of the deal, I expect you to do everything in your power to protect him."He nodded. "I understand. It is not so bad."Navani shook her head. "No, it's not. I just want you to understand, so that this does not become... Oh, you can even stop calling me 'my dear.' ""That's the second time you've said that today.""Well, you're getting along with the clothes. And you have more taunts up your sleeve now. I'm a woman and I know you can't resist calling me 'my dear.'""Whatever.""Anyway, you were saying?"Gavilar gave her an annoyed look, which she saw through immediately. "My dear. I am sorry, I just... it's been a while since you talked to a woman. I have gone through many a female-hater in my life. The first few weren't very skilled. There's still a few in Alethkar, but2 -
And now, for Oathbringer! In which Eshonai leads an invasion, Dalinar has trouble with people who like pointy hats, and apparently Bajorans are involved somehow?
SpoilerEshonai had always told her sister she was certain something wonderful lay over the next hill. Then one day, she'd crested a hill and found humans. The gate-beings who'd been hersing threats at her. Here was a blighted planet, but a lot of the planet was gray as well. The way the air hung in the islands and in the hills, dark and dull. This was the kind of thing Eshonai had come to hate.
It was why she'd brought her people here. Here she'd held her own, not without effort. Her people had been victorious, defeating the humans. Eshonai had stilled their hate, shored up her people against betrayal, even against death itself.And had felt, on the last night, the longing of the fallen. The fear of those left behind. For all of those wounds, she had not truly faced the worst she'd done to the humans. No, she had not wanted to face what she had left behind.At the head of her army, she fell into step with her two lieutenants, Telise and Tam'sin. The latter was a fat, well-tanned man in a green and black uniform, long in the face and with a wide-brimmed helmet with a ridge of black for a crest. His forehead was furrowed. He hadn't said a word since Eshonai had gathered the men for battle, maybe because she was a woman and Tam'sin didn't trust women as officers.The two made their way toward the ancient structure that marked the center of this city. It was marked by a door in the stone, a broken monolith with an imposing single statue perched upon it. This statue, dark and gaunt, holding an axe in one hand and the severed head of a woman in the other. She still wore the exquisite ornament that adorned her hair.Her feet echoed in the stone chambers, and the commander of the troops finally looked up at the sounds. He looked up at Telise. She did not look up."What will we do if she refuses to surrender?" Tam'sin finally asked. He didn't turn to face her. "Kill her?"Telise turned to him. "If you must."He continued to stare. The soldiers in front of them looked forward, at the fortress.Telise looked over at Eshonai, and though she said nothing, she had a face that spoke volumes. There was resignation there, guilt, and anger. Eshonai had failed him, even while Eshonai herself had fought on against a failure.I won't let her be killed, Eshonai thought, steadying herself. Not her.The hallway opened up to a large courtyard. Thick stone walls topped with buttresses. No walls between the buildings. Open, with no gates, with no buildings or people around.At the center of the courtyard was a small door, the door she'd seen in the temple. A spren alighted on its surface, shifting colors.She felt a wave of Shaa form, then a pulse of Air. She levitated over the wall and began to chant. She reached out with her Power, with what was left of her hammer, and began to tap on the door.Eshonai kept repeating her mantra, tapping. One hand against the rock of the wall, the other over her heart. She didn't know what she wanted to accomplish. End the tension? Change the terms? Or was this just a diversion?The sounds of the voices rose, answering her chant. But no one came. The voices grew in strength, as if they were all within.The door cracked, and a spren peered out.It was very small. Tiny, even. It sparkled like obsidian. It had short arms and legs, with a head that was all spikes and a body that was a hunk of needle-like spikes. Most odd of all, it had green skin. The entire being shivered as it saw Eshonai. She ignored it, her chant growing in intensity.The spren began to move, for lack of a better term. The spikes shifted shape and color. It became...human. Sort of. It had little clothes, but otherwise was skin and hairless. It tried to stand, but couldn't, and couldn't seem to get off the ground."What is this?" Eshonai demanded of it. "What's going on?"The spren was silent. It reached out, tapping on the door.The spren was a woman, maybe even a human, only incredibly far gone. Blood ran from its face, leaking from its ears. The spear it held was black and dull, the hilt of the weapon dull black with the blood of the woman who held it.Eshonai couldn't tear her eyes away from the woman. She had no power to spare; she could only keep repeating her chant, tapping against the stone as she strained against the tether on her bracelet. The stone itself began to glow.She focused on the spren. The woman tried to flee, and Eshonai's heart skipped. She reached out with her Power, focusing, tapping against the stone, against the wall.This is how it ends. A symbol of power, burned to ashes. Her voice grew louder and louder as she chanted.The spren paused. Eshonai suddenly didn't know what she wanted anymore."Let me in," Eshonai said, voice low, calm. The spren continued to tap on the door, turning its back to her.Eshonai had a sudden thought. She raised the tip of her spear, a finger over the point. "Open," she said. "What?" the spren said, then shut its eyes."Open," Eshonai repeated.A spren's touch could destroy the world. If she focused enough on it, Eshonai had the power to make it open the door. If she focused enough.The spren hesitated. The door continued to tremble, then crack. The spren turned its head toward her, eyes still shut.This is the end, Eshonai thought.She raised the tip of her spear."Open," she said. "What?" the spren asked."Open!" Eshonai yelled."I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the spren said. "I didn't understand."As power surged through Eshonai, a sensation of relief and awe flooded over her. She shook as the light burst from her.The spren's shell shattered, revealing its mind."Teachings," the spren said. "Learnings."Eshonai sank to her knees, the pain in her chest making her almost wish she hadn't released the power. The world still spun, but the spinning ceased. She could breathe.The spren closed its eyes. "Blessed are you," it said. "Teachings of the Red Armour, spoken in their home.""How-what?" Eshonai asked."Shall I teach you?" the spren asked. "For you have changed it. An ancestor will still pass through this way, but you, by your singularity, have changed the path of those before you. Bless you, teacher."With that, the spren vanished.For a moment, Eshonai was alone. Then, the hallway exploded in light."Dalinar!" Adolin shouted. "Dalinar, what happened?""Troubles afoot in the warcamps, Highprince," Elhokar said, turning toward him. He was half leaning against a wall, side-arm in hand."What's going on?" Dalinar asked."A new force appears to have arrived at the Shattered Plains," Elhokar said. "A collection of zealots from far and wide, delivering captives and straying into your cities. They're demanding your fealty. They're calling themselves the Children of the Blades.""What? They look strange," Dalinar said, squinting at them."These are the Band," Elhokar said. "A new faction that's loyal to Sadeas.""Let me guess," Dalinar said, voice rising. "They wear pointy hats?""Yes, I believe that's where Sadeas got his ideas," Elhokar said, groaning.Dalinar cursed. The Band was a group of fanatical zealots who wore pointy hats and had a disdain for Alethi military practices. He hadn't seen them in a long time. Their tendency to kill anyone they perceived as a threat had begun in the time of the War of Rage, when the Blades had supposedly been broken and were fighting amongst themselves.It was easy to see where Sadeas had gotten the idea.The most popular faction in the Tukarii didn't like the idea of war, of suffering for a cause. They loved the good old days, when battle and heroes had been glorious. Sadeas had listened to this sect's teachings, and the same ideas had filtered out to some of the tribes in the north.Now, this sect had gathered in the Shattered Plains. Dalinar pulled a sheet of paper from his belt."Sign here," he said, handing the paper to Adolin. The prince crumpled the sheet in frustration, but did as Dalinar said, adding his own mark to the paper."If this goes through," Dalinar said, "we have to move fast. We can't let them get too organized.""This sounds urgent," Adolin said. "What are they up to?""A hundred archers," Dalinar said, thinking. "They just attacked the Fifth Cohort's camp, and only because they were expecting such a reaction. Their Highprince is conducting a huge propaganda campaign, trying to create the idea that he controls all the camps of Alethkar. Now, the Band is attacking every city they can get into, hoping to provoke some sort of reaction.""But they need a reason to attack us," Adolin said."The ardents," Dalinar said. "These are followers of Bajoran mysticism. They see the glory of war, and they want to cause a disaster. They are searching for one.""What happens then?" Adolin asked. "Will they attack us?""They won't come into the warcamps," Dalinar said. "But I don't think we have a choice. We've got to make a stand."Dalinar turned to Elhokar. The man seemed nervous, yet his face was set in grim determination."We march on Taravangian," Dalinar said. "I won't have us bowing and scraping before this cult."Adolin raised an eyebrow. "Sure, when the emissary fails to show up for hours," the prince said. "Then you give speeches of how you're not impressed by the weak men trying to pander to us with their dirts, food, and mead. That'll work.""Actually," Dalinar said, "I wouldn't mind turning those people out of camp with the rest. I'd rather not be corrupted by their piety.""We could have a huge holy war with the common people if you want to get your hands dirty," Adolin said."No," Dalinar said. "No.""A holy war would be good for the morale of the others," Adolin said."It would not be good for us," Dalinar said. "The fact is, I know I'm right about the emissary's plans. And I'd rather not get further embroiled in some power struggle. I want the band out of our camp. With the Blade, we have the strength to defeat them."He shook his head. "I hate this," Dalinar said. "The simplest course of action is taken, and the Alethi instead have to bow to the whims of petty terror. Why would they do that?""They hate the idea of losing," Adolin said. "It'll make their people worry. They'll want3 -
The original Mistborn trilogy (Final Empire, Well of Ascension, and Hero of Ages), the currently ongoing Era Two/Wax and Wayne series (Alloy of Law, Shadows of Self, Bands of Mourning and, coming this fall, Lost Metal) and a couple of short works in Arcanum Unbounded (most obviously the novella "Mistborn: The Secret History") are what's out now. At least two more full arcs, Era Three (modern/urban fantasy) and Era Four (space opera) are forthcoming. And of course the rest of the Cosmere is set in the same universe as Mistborn, but not actually on Scadrial.
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On 5/11/2022 at 1:56 PM, MasterGhandalf said:
And now I present to you part two, Words of Radiance! In which the bot somehow knows Shallan is the main character this time around, but we somehow go from a ball to a battlefield halfway through, and both the bridges and people pretending to be other people make their return (as does cutting off in mid-sentence)! Warning for violence and some strong language in this one. Initial text was the opening sentence of the actual book:
SpoilerJasnah Kholin pretended to enjoy the party, giving no indication that she intended to have one of the guests killed.
It might have taken a little doing to get the invitation from Zaliek, but he wasn't the only assassin working for her.Somehow they all seemed to know her by sight.Jasnah pretended to do as she was told, smiling, laughing, even batting her lashes at the men of her class.They don't have anything on me, Shallan thought with a rueful smile.I can steal any suit of clothing I want, and make it look like I bought it.But I still can't climb up a rope like Jasnah.She watched Jasnah lead more people to a side balcony to talk, though Shallan had never seen that balcony before.The view seemed rather grim, and the highstorm seemed a good distance away.Those highstormspren were still very much present.Jasnah had been so busy entertaining, Shallan had nearly forgotten the marath'damane Jasnah talked about.The woman.Not the stone.She was the woman.Shallan waited for Jasnah to leave, then looked up the stairwell, picturing what she'd have to do to open the balcony doors.A spot of relief washed through her.Maybe I can persuade the woman to open the doors!The problem, of course, was that Jasnah would realize Shallan was up there, and wouldn't want that image of herself to go to her political enemies.Shallan could try to sneak out.She found a safe spot in the crowd, then started working on the sliding glass doors.She couldn't fool a smith to make her a latch, but her window was wide, and would be easy to reach.Most people didn't pay much attention to her, and for the first time in her life, she didn't think she was being judged by them.They wouldn't care to see her caught and taken to the highstormspren.So long as they didn't look at her strangely, she'd be fine.She moved in and out of the crowd, feigning confusion.I'd better get into the habit of slipping food to the men.The door groaned open, and Shallan slipped into a side corridor.Through the noise of music and conversation, she thought she heard a shout.The doors at the end of the hallway swung open, and a group of highstormspren crawled out.They formed in a tight semi-circle, then split apart, creeping toward Shallan and Jasnah.Fascinating, Shallan thought, feigning embarrassment as she turned to speak to a man nearby.And what would happen if the door to Jasnah's balcony opened?It'll probably make the spren crawl toward me, so I'll probably have to kill it.A sudden, distinct whistle from outside cut through the room's din.Shallan looked toward the side balcony, then spotted a slender woman in white like Jasnah, leaning over the railing and pointing up at the sky."They're in the city, Skar," she said."There are spren in the air."Shallan cursed her sudden clumsiness."I-"The woman nodded, pointing with one finger at the highstormspren."The ones with...that blue dot.Shallan, they're the spren."Yes.She saw them before, during the sprenstorms.They burned bright and then disappeared.But sometimes they'd fade to a softer blue.Why would Jasnah bother trying to attract their attention?Shallan ducked back inside the ballroom.That woman wasn't just a White.She was a Shadowhunter.Shallan was horrified to realize that she'd been standing there for a moment, gaping at the woman.It's happening, she thought.This is happening.I have to do something.She spun, and began to weave her satchel around her body.She'd just get it on if she had to make a run for it.That would be bad, of course, but she was quite certain she could hide the satchel in the multitude of people.She saw Jasnah moving toward the balcony as she did so, taking note of the woman's hand.The walkway was down at that end of the ballroom, and Shallan saw Jasnah make a few awkward gestures with her freehand, then gesture toward a corridor on the second floor.Shallan hurried up to her."Please, my lady," she said, holding her hand out."I-"Jasnah pressed something into Shallan's palm.She took it, then gasped.It was a knife.Shallan's heart beat loudly in her ears."What did you give me?"the darkeyed woman demanded, cold eyes taking in Shallan, her hand, and Jasnah.Shallan opened her mouth, then closed it again, mind racing.She'd forgotten about the spren.Jasnah shook her head."Thank you, Shallan."She gestured toward the stairs."If you want to be useful, do as she asks."Shallan hesitated."It's over this way, Lady Jasnah," a deep voice said.It was Dalinar, of course, carrying a walking stick and wearing a noble's evening jacket."The rest of the ladies are in their rooms or in the main ballroom.""The rest of the ladies?"Shallan whispered, then turned, lifting her skirts.As she rushed out, the walking stick left the ground, appearing to hover in the air, then vanishing.Dalinar reached her and nodded to the woman in white, then stepped around the side of a building and began to climb the exterior of the wall to reach a balcony.Shallan followed."What are you doing?"Shallan demanded as Dalinar stepped up onto the wall."We have to jump?""We don't have time for this," Dalinar said, looking down."The stormspren are rising, and this isn't our path.We need to go to the doorway.""Dalinar..." Shallan began, but he looked like he was going to give her something, so she trailed after him.She pulled out her satchel and stuffed the knife into it.They waited.The windstormspren continued their terrified dance as the light continued to fail.Nearby, Jushu knelt, his eyes wide, his face flushed."I'll be coming for you, one day, Shallan," he said to her."Storms, woman, you don't know how to leave well enough alone.Once I leave this world, then you can start scheming."She hoped it was the right thing to say."We have to jump, Jushu," Dalinar said, sounding exhausted."We don't have much time.""You said I could jump," Shallan said."And I jumped.I fell.That's what we have to do!"He didn't say a word.He just nodded.They moved forward.She glanced back, spying Tyn up on the wall of the city.She gestured, as if giving Shallan permission.Shallan swallowed, then leaped.There was nothing to be done.She cried out as she plunged toward the ground, clutching the knife.The stormspren danced in a shrieking scream, shrapnel from the debris raining around Shallan.Dalinar landed beside her."Careful, child," he said, steadying her with a hand on her arm.She looked back, fear rushing through her.It was all over.They'd made it to safety, but Jasnah was gone.Tyn was dead.Storms.She'd wanted to be sure.She was so sorry."We need to go," Dalinar said, then vaulted back up onto the wall.They dashed toward the large doorway, the groundspren swirling in terror above.An emergency bridge was in place-it had run off the backside of a building.Dalinar stepped on it, with Shallan following.She hesitated for a second, then jumped, the wind scrambling her skirts.Dalinar lowered her on a beam, then pulled himself up onto another.The city below was utter chaos.There were other bridges, set in other places, where archers had attempted to provide cover to the defenders.The structure was much wider than the bridge they stood on, and both of the archers had been knocked off of it."Go!"Dalinar called."Go!""Storms!"Shallan shouted, leaping up with a roar.She hit the back of the wall with a crack, slamming into it.The wind and debris blasted her off of the wall, hurling her away.She landed with a thud on the debris-covered ground below.She groaned, looking back, catching sight of Dalinar.He had jumped and landed with a grunt of effort.She looked down.Tyn was nowhere to be seen.The dead girl's spine showed at the bottom of the pile of debris, her face a bloody smear."No!"Shallan whispered, choking."No!""Shallan," Dalinar said."Do you see anything else?""A Shardblade!"she said, speaking through clenched teeth."Go, go, go!"The floor was slick with blood.She scrambled her way toward it, frantic.She looked down.Kaladin was there, helping the wounded.He'd broken his sword, but he had made his way to her without it.She held her knife out, using it to wedge between a stone and the ground.She was almost free of the debris.Then a figure stepped onto the stones, wearing Shardplate.A human Shardbearer.A Radiant of the Firestone Throne, wearing a breastplate that was sheathed in a nearly solid red Stormlight.When that new Shardbearer touched the ground, it seemed to steam, the Stormlight escaping."Hold it," he said, looking at her with an intensity she had rarely seen from a man."Come here."Dalinar cursed, leaping off the bridge, then throwing himself onto the black bridge beside Shallan.She whirled, trying to run-and nearly fell, the debris still pressing in from all sides.The Radiant moved, Shardplate clanging as he came into place.The Soulcaster sat in his right hand.He charged at her, Shardblade raised.He moved so quickly, she barely had time to react.It was like a fire leaping through the air, striking.The roar of the Voidbringer's approach was deafening."I am Gavilar!"she cried."You didn't fight back, Gavilar!"The Radiant smiled, fingers glowing red with Stormlight.She turned, realizing what she'd done.Her companions were wounded and dead.The bridge was destroyed, and they were about to be attacked.She had given away their position!And she had given away Kaladin's."You son of a whoring slontze!"she screamed, raising her hand."You're not going to kill me, you're going to take everything I have!"The Radiant met her eyes, his, too, glowing.She saw him begin to run the Blade through her.He was so fast, so deadly, so ... Human.She shrieked, Kaladin's glyphs going black.The Stormlight escaping from him was so bright it blinded her.He reached through her and shattered the Blade in her hands.She screamed, scrambling, as he tore at her with the hilt.Dalinar screamed.Kaladin's glyphs turned red, lighting the ground around her.He2 -
Stormfather and Nightwatcher, I would assume. Stormfather is Honor's Cognitive Shadow/successor, Nightwatcher is described as Cutlivation's daughter and per WOB is to Cultivation as the Stormfather is to Honor, and the Sibling is depicted as a blending of Honor's and Cultivation's power. They're also all "siblings" in a more poetic sense, as the three Bondsmith spren.
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On a whim earlier today, I decided to see what might happen if I fed the opening lines of the prologue of WoK into a bot and watched what it came up with. Bizarrely, it seemed to have some idea of what the Stormlight Archive is, who some of the major characters are, and even concepts like bridge crews, lighteyes, spren, etc. It also managed to be marginally coherent, at least until the character limit ran out. Of course, being a bot, it has no idea of the context of anything, and so ended up producing a twisted funhouse mirror version of WoK where Kaladin and Bridge Four are trying to build a bridge under the not-so-watchful eye of a nameless king, while Kaladin is apparently pretending to be Sadeas's son for some completely inexplicable reason. Oh, and Szeth may be the Dragon Reborn, but I'm not entirely sure on that. The text I gave it was, of course, "Szeth-son-son-Vallano, Truthless of Shinovar, wore white on the day he was to kill a king." The bot I used was here:https://app.inferkit.com/demo As for the "story" itself, behold behind the cut! And yes, I know it cuts off in mid-sentence. That's part of the charm;).
SpoilerSzeth-son-son-Vallano, Truthless of Shinovar, wore white on the day he was to kill a king.
He had not been taught what was waiting in Kaladin's mind, nor was he ready to confront the Dark One with his Talent.What's more, that day he'd slaughtered more men than he'd ever lost, a feat he attributed to his tremendous strength.Something like that, but-"You see how you sit at your desk, Katarim?"the king asked."I am your master.You cannot do this without me."Kaladin smiled."Yes, Your Majesty.""I will go outside and have a quick drink with the men," the king said, "I will come back to speak with you when they are ready.And remember.No one else can do this."Kaladin turned to the deck."Then go," he said to the men."It is what I will have you do.We will do this, as the king said."They were standing in ranks along the long wall.Syl darted to Kaladin's shoulder, where she had usually slept.He'd hoped she would stay in her own room, now that she had told him that she was having "daddy" issues.He'd assumed she'd come back to him, which made him feel foolish.He looked toward the king."Pretend, just for a moment, that you're the king," he said, holding out his hand."Take my hand, and pretend that I'm holding it.Then tell me what would you have us do."Syl obeyed, curling up against him, head resting on his shoulder.He released a relieved breath.Then the king, Teft, the builders, Skar-all of them-bent down, clasped hands, and pretended to cross over.Kaladin joined them.Then he raised a hand and blasted them, which unfortunately blew away all the yellow paint that had been added to their work.He thought of another bridge that the Sadeas construction crew had been toiling on.The one that had mysteriously fallen down and been pulled out of the water.In their minds, Kaladin still felt the stones rumble as if they were alive, even when they were just pieces of wood and stone."There is no time to waste," Kaladin said, walking back toward the king's room."Bridge Four is the only bridge building crew that remains active.We are going to do this as quickly as possible, with as little stragglers."Syl sat on his shoulder."Sir," said Skar."It's a bridge.""I know that, Skar.But it's the only one that we have.""I agree, but how do we do it?"Kaladin looked over his men, the Kholin construction force."You can't just begin again," Kaladin said."You have to change, if you are going to do this."They thought, shocked, then began to discuss things.Soon Kaladin had a plan.Teft had already marked an area for the bridge to be constructed.A long trench had already been dug out, one of those patterned with drainpipes.He was gathering hammers, chisels, vats of clay, baskets of adhering straw and rice-in short, a whole mess of items that they'd need for the construction.The craftsmen picked them up one by one, bringing them to Kaladin and his men.Kaladin spent the next half hour cutting off the brocade parts of his uniform, then adding the new layer of white cloth underneath, tucking it into his waistband to serve as a uniform shirt.By the time he got to the clothing, the entire group was almost ready.Kaladin raised his hands.Bridge Four were going to build a bridge.They were going to make it in just hours, maybe less.This bridge would not have a crew waiting until the proper time.Kaladin stepped forward.The construction foreman, Elhokar Sadeas, stepped forward too.He was a short man with a long face, but he was still a man, and had already smeared grease on his cheeks, hands, and shoes.The bridgemen stepped back, creating a circle around the ring of men.Kaladin knelt down in the center of it, hands clasped together before him."Please don't try to stop us," he said, voice hushed."You and I are the same.We both want to build a bridge.This bridge, we will make it."He waited.And waited.Finally, the king nodded.He seemed troubled, however, glancing to his father, who nodded slowly.The king glanced back to Kaladin."Go on."Kaladin stood, then drew his knife, which he'd left at the side of the trench where he'd been building up the bridge base.He raised his free hand, summoning the bridge.A brown, flat stone flew over the knoll.It landed atop the metal ring and rolled up to Kaladin's feet.The bridge jumped free of the sagging pile of wood that it was welded to, then grew in height.It had a pair of four-foot beams across the middle, welded by the workers to hold the wooden parts of the bridge together.It held those two beams out in front of itself.In the image in his head, Kaladin could see bridges without them, made from ice, stretched out long and stretched out thin across the chasm.The span was twenty feet, easily higher than the fort.Bridges without walls, bridges without gaps between bridges.The construction workers lowered their bodies until they balanced on those two beams.They were all so pleased.Even if they only stood on the bridge itself, they would look very impressive.But those would be temporary.He summoned another stone and dropped it.The bridge sank back into the trench.A third stone followed.This one caught on a corner of the bridge base, causing it to topple forward.It fell toward the bridge, and a chasmgoddess's girth-which grew with every stone-twisted the bridge upright.It caught in the side of the trench, latching on.The last of the chasmgoddess's size grew with the work, growing as the bridge grew, until the bridge was a pyramid rising fifteen feet in the air."That's it!"Kaladin said, raising a hand."Bridge up!"The bridgemen scrambled for their pikes and shields, rushing toward the bridge.They ran in lines, kneeling beside it, grasping the sides as the men outside the trench raised pikes and let them smash down into the men's hands.The king waited in the center of the other soldiers, his face stern.Eventually, though, Sadeas tapped him on the shoulder.He turned, frowning, and Kaladin's heart dropped.The king did not give orders.Instead, the king turned and walked down the hill to a small house.The bridge builders spilled out into the lane.Kaladin met their gazes with a hopeless look, then he vanished inside, leaving them to their fate.The king's house was not far from the bridge base.Kaladin thought he heard the king's wife cry out, though that was probably more imagination than anything else.That was all Kaladin could see, however.He only saw.The men slowly grew back into themselves, armor clinking as they separated.Sadeas jogged up to Kaladin, nodding to the king as he passed, then pulling his helm off and running his hand through his thick black hair."Ah, that was not pleasant," Sadeas said, shrugging his helm on."I need to get you out of those things, lad.It's disgusting.""I can ... handle it," Kaladin said."It is still unsettling.This is for the best."Sadeas walked away from Kaladin, then clapped his hands, yelling, "Unify!"Shouts of the other highprinces echoed the command.So that was Sadeas's command.You make a huge wall, and shout for everyone to obey.The bridgemen knelt beside their bridge, putting their armor on.Kaladin stood on top, and stood at attention as the bridgemen did the same.That was what Sadeas's army was like.Empty, still, with commands without meaning.The same would happen here."You never answered my question," Sadeas said."Why this fight?Why waste bridges and men?""You expected me to run?"Kaladin asked."Because you're a fool.What if I just killed the king?It's like you suggested.I could do it quietly.Do you think the warlord wouldn't do the same?We'd have an army of murderers.Warriors who would hide behind murder when we attacked other kingdoms.This army isn't even united.You want me to command a manhunt.""No," Sadeas said."I want you to command a manhunt for the man who raised these scum.""And what if that's who it really is?""If that's who it really is, then we need to wipe them out.""I want to know why.""Because it doesn't matter," Sadeas said."Your reasonings about justice are always flawed.Gavilar was a liar, you know.A fraud.He declared himself the highprince of lighteyes, and he could never have pulled that off.He pretended to be his own son, like you've been pretending to be Sadeas's.""No," Kaladin said softly."This isn't justice.You know he killed people.He put a sword in my mother's belly.""People died because they challenged him.They challenged him on the knife dueling grounds.Gavilar never touched them-he killed them with a thrown dagger.""He used to protect them.With his life.That's why they attacked him in the first place.To make him stop protecting them.But he wouldn't, would he?He killed people who didn't challenge him.""Yes," Sadeas said."For some things he tried.He didn't get the trick quite right.""If this was about justice," Kaladin said, "I'd ..." He trailed off, cursing himself for forgetting what he was supposed to say."You'd ...I'd ..."He tried again."You'd try and change the lighteyes.""We all do, lad.Lighteyes.Highprinces.Just because they have too much power doesn't make them any different from any other king, warrior, or lord.""Your family has the power, Father.""I may have more of it than most, but that doesn't make me better than anyone else.I'm just luckier than others.Unlike the nobles of the Stormfather, I didn't lose everyone I loved when they made me a highprince.Even if I had, they'd have a new man in my place within five generations.Dalinar didn't bother to appoint me king when he set the order, but that doesn't make him any less of a king than I am.Lighteyes.It's all the same to me.""So why do you care if they know?""Because if they do," Sadeas said, "it will be far worse for them than if we were to let the26 -
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Is this a contradiction, or is Tindwyl making a distinction that Wednegon was the last who was thought to have had an actual chance (whereas Urtan and the islands, etc., were massively one-sided)?
Considering the qualification "meaningful," I would assume that this is the case; Wednegon was the last (or one of the last) to be powerful enough to face TLR on something vaguely resembling even footing, while by the time of the later conquests he was powerful enough (with large enough numbers of koloss, allomancers and Inquisitors + conscripts from places he'd already conquered + increasing familiarity with his own abilities should he choose to take the field himself, etc.) that he was able to pretty much steamroller any and and all opposition.
Considering it was Tindwyl who added the "meaningful," there may be some of her biases creeping in as well; ie Wednegon was one of the last whose resistance to the Final Empire was significant enough to impress her, personally.
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Sadly don't have a substantial update today, but I did want to drop by and let everyone know that I'm not dead and neither have I abandoned this project, I've just been having a couple of extremely hectic weeks for unrelated reasons IRL. But I've still been plugging away on Crimson Shadows in spite of that! For anyone who's curious, as of today I've been writing for exactly 140 days straight and have completed slightly over 180,000 words over thirty-three full chapters, most of another chapter, a prologue and five interludes. I anticipate that I'm now about two weeks off from wrapping this up, give or take a day or two on either side, so I'm in the home stretch and the end is in sight! At the moment, I'm guessing that the current draft will come out at almost exactly 200,000 words (so, for Cosmere comparisons, roughly comparable to Elantris, slightly longer than Warbreaker, and slightly shorter than Mistborn: The Final Empire). For those of you who are still interested in my updates here, I've also been working on a (very rough and in-progress) world map, and would like to be able to share that along with some notes on the worldbuilding, magic systems and a few more teases of some of the other projects I'm considering for this setting. Sorry again for the long delay between updates!