…Generally people don’t recomend this type of book at all. It is far too interesting. Perhaps you have had other books recomended to you. Perhaps, even, you have been given books by friends, parents, teachers, then told that these books are the type you have to read.
You people are all insane. How I ended up with you, I’ll never know.” Breeze laughed. “Now, that’s a lie, Cett. You know exactly how you ended up joining with us. We threatened to kill you if you didn’t!
“Well,” Rock said, “is involving much mudbeer and singing.” “How’s that a duel?” “He who can still sing after the most drinks is winner. Plus, soon’ everyone is so drunk that they forget what argument was about.” Teft laughed. “Beats knives at dawn, I suppose.
Those books are invariably described as “important”- which in my experience, pretty much means that they’re boring. (words like meaningful and thoughtful are other good clues.)
What did you put in the fire?” Kaladin said. “To make that special smoke?” “Nothing. It was just and ordinary fire.” “But, I saw-” “What you saw belongs to you.
Attacking a provincial lord in his manor house, surrounded by guards…Honestly, Kell, I’d nearly forgotten how foolhardy you can be. “Foolhardy?” Kelsier asked with a laugh. “that wasn’t foolhardy – that was just a small diversion. You should see some of the things
Raoden turned to regard the large Dula. “What does it matter? It’s not like we have anything pressing to do. It’s actually quite pleasant up here-you should just sit back and enjoy it.”
