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.
BRANDON SANDERSON
You’ve managed– in our short three years together– to kill not only my god, but my father, my brother, and my fiance. That’s kind of like a homicidal hat trick. It’s a strange foundation for a relationship, wouldn’t you say?
