Kaladin walked, feeling numb. He’d thought that there was nothing more life could do to him, nothing worse than the slave’s brand with a shash, nothing worse than losing all he had to the war,...

Has no one done my son a service and assassinated you yet?” “No assassins yet,” Wit said, amused. “I guess I’ve already got too much ass sass of my own.”…”Oh really, Wit” she said. “I...

Does one deserve to have evil done to her by consequence of putting herself where evil can reach her?