Quote 11-23-2015
“He was protecting. He was saving. Yet he was killing. How could something so terrible be so beautiful at the same time?” ––The Way of Kings, by Brandon Sanderson, loc. 18294
“He was protecting. He was saving. Yet he was killing. How could something so terrible be so beautiful at the same time?” ––The Way of Kings, by Brandon Sanderson, loc. 18294
“What you saw belongs to you. A story doesn’t live until it is imagined in someone’s mind.” ––The Way of Kings, by Brandon Sanderson, loc. 15774
“‘If I should die,’ Dalinar said, ‘then I would do so having lived my life right. It is not the destination that matters, but how one arrives there.’ ‘The Codes?’ ‘No. The Way of Kings.’” ––The Way of Kings, by Brandon Sanderson, loc. 15375
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