Robin (Bridge Four)’s Reviews > The Way of Kings > Status Update

Dalinar took one step forward, then drove his Blade point-first into the middle of the blackened glyph on the stone.

Eventually, he broke the kiss. She looked up at him, dazed. Passionspren, like tiny flakes of crystalline snow, floated down in the air around them.

863 pgs before the first kiss and it was worth it. Also I can't believe this is one of my favorite series and there isn't a kiss for 863 pages.

“The foolishness of men who care, Dalinar,” Wit said. “And the brilliance of those who do not. The second depend on the first— but also exploit the first— while the first misunderstand the second, hoping that the second are more like the first. And all of their games steal our time. Second by second.”

That was a bit convoluted even for Wit.

“Ha!” Rock said. “Voidbringers! Lowlander nonsense. Is campfire tale told by children.”
“They were real,” Skar said defensively. “Everyone knows that.”
“Everyone who listens to campfire stories!” Rock said with a laugh. “Too much air! Makes your minds soft. Is all right, though— you are still my family. Just the dumb ones!”

*snorts* Rock is awesome. I'll totally be in his Horneater clan.

Things were the same, yet different. One step, and the world flipped upside down. The villain became the hero, the hero the villain.
“I—” Kal said. “I can’t decide if what you did was incredibly brave or incredibly wrong.”

sometimes things are both.

“And what would be the right word, then?”
“I don’t know. ‘Errorgant,’ perhaps.” Jasnah raised a skeptical eyebrow. “It means to be twice as certain as someone who is merely arrogant,” Shallan said, “while possessing only one-tenth the requisite facts.”

Shallan isn't my favorite in this book but I do like her mind sometimes.

“Shin are a curious folk,” he said. “Here, warriors are the lowliest of men— kind of like slaves. Men trade and sell them between houses by way of little stones that signify ownership, and any man who picks up a weapon must join them and be treated the same.
The fellow in the fancy robe? He’s a farmer.”

Love how little tid bits of import are just thrown out like this.

The spear danced in his fingers, comfortable, an extension of himself. He spun with it, swinging it around and around, across his neck, over his arm, in and out of jabs and swings....It was as if the spear itself knew what to do.

“You put chull dung in Highprince Sadeas’s soup?”
“Er, yes,” Rock said. “Actually, I put this thing in his bread too. And used it as a garnish on the pork steak. And made a chutney out of it for the buttered garams. Chull dung, it has many uses, I found.”

“You’re airsick, lowlander,” he said with his thick accent. “You wish to die? Why do you not just go leap into the chasm? That would be easier.”
“I’m bridgeleader. It’s my privilege to run at the front. Go.”

First Airsick Lowlander!!!! Rock you are fantastic. And way to start trying Kaladin.