She Got SHOT. In The FACE. And Then Got MILDLY ANNOYED WHEN IT WAS DIFFICULT TO PULL OUT

Oathbringer Stormlight Spoilers

I really like how the chapter headers sort of trick you into thinking the book is by Jasnah, before you start learning more and more about Dalinar.

Ah.. so I’ve finally gotten to my single favorite theme of the Stormlight Archives: How the world is mostly just a matter of perception. A king, a princess, a light eyes, a leader… is only that because others perceive them to be so. They aren’t inherently different than others, just possessing the arbitrary lineage, presence, and background for others to deign them as such.

It’s the entire power system of Roshar. You change things self-perception to soul-cast, you change the way your soul perceives gravity to lash, and so on and so forth for each and every power. It’s ALL perception.

Kaladin is just a bridge man. A slave. And all the men he comes in contact with laude him because of his presence. How many times have people said he MUST have been a light-eyes or what have you. It’s how they perceive him, because of how he carries himself, that causes this. Shallan is in the same situation, though I don’t feel the need to explain hers, as she quite literally created a personality based on this concept. It’s fascinating, real, and freeing. You are not bound by where you’re from who what you’ve done. At any moment - if you’ve the will to try - you can become anyone.

And this is why, because I believe in myself, I know I could get Jasnah to step on me

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My Poor Friend Ichabod

The party was excellent. I was so, so charmed by all that I saw that day. The guests - each and every one - was as dashing as any other in great Virginia... Save poor Ichabod. He arrived to the event looking like a man haunted. The poor sod had the manner of a mule who'd been working the mill for days without rest, but I *knew* he got the rest of any other man, and hardly lifted an arm to help the young men around town with physical labor. But still, a man didn't look that way with no reason. In those days, I'd considered him a friend. Our repour was a charming one. We played with each other in those days like young men do, pranks and soft jabs. He was perhaps my most favored man in the whole town. It was on that assumption that I approached him, teeth gleaming to perhaps shine some light on his dark demeanor.

He was always a grim man, so I thought to perhaps cheer him up with a tall tale. Some of the worker boys told me about some ghost or other earlier that day, so I related the story to him. He kept glancing around the party as I spoke, then suddenly, he began to walk off. It was with shock that I took his curt dismissal of my kindness. He stormed by with little more than a word, marching through the hall directly towards my Katrina. I wasn't so dense as to not know he held affection for my lady, but... Well I thought he'd known we'd been engaged since before he arrived in town. Perhaps I should have told him.

He proposed. She declined. He ran. The night was dark, but worse, I knew the weather was growing harsh. I couldn't allow him to simply ride through the woods of rural Virginia in the height of wolf season with a storm brewing, so I quickly got to my own steed and followed him. We raced through town like shades of the night, he was shouting curses and his manner was frantic. The poor man was delirious and so stricken with grief over his lost love.

Then we approached the great bridge. The rain began to fall and his horse galloped unto the paving stones. This I remember clearly: A shine of orange in the midst of the bridge. There was a pumpkin, obviously fallen from a nearby cart, in the middle of the highpoint of the stone arch. When Ichabod's equine steed's foot crunched into the plump vegetable, the crack sounded much like that of lightning. It reared to it's feet and it's rider - my dearest friend Ichabod - was flung from it's back! I could hardly believe my eyes. The horror of it all was so stunning. He flew through the rain, illuminated by the slivers of the moonlight, in suspended motion. I believe for an instant we saw each other's faces. He was so scared, terrified.

I could do little but scream as he sunk into the river, goaded by storm waters, and was swept away. For the remainer of that night and into the next week, I rode down that dreadful river... But I could never find my poor friend Ichabod.

okay, Rhythm of War: Complete. That book was awesome.

I’m really worried about Taravangian!Odium, but… well, it could end up fine, maybe. I think I’m gonna detour into Mistborn Era 2 now. I’ve been in the Stormlight Archives for a very long time, so a smaaaallll break to read a five book series is in order :P

Hope you guys stick around for that liveblog as well <3

It ABSOLUTELY KILLS ME that Athena has NO ANSWER to Ares and Aphrodite's arguments, and just opts to tell Aphrodite to suck it up and bribe Ares

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Aphrodite: "He left his elderly mother to die alone to fight a war."

Ares: "He has shown cowardice on numerous instances, categorically refusing to face problems with honor and all but sacrificing his comrads."

Athena, mentally: 'Shit. Fuck. They're objectively correct. Uhhhhh'

Athena: "Aphrodite stop being a bitch and Ares oooooooo look at the Murder you like the murder oooooo"

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And this just- works??? Honestly so proud of her for pulling this off.

It’s fantastic how much I hate young Dalinar while loving old Dalinar

Oh interesting, so is this going to be set with like… the return of the Radiants and stuff? Big open world where Stuff Is Happening? Sounds neat!

hey. you're interested in the stormlight au rp server i'm making where you get to do stuff in the sunmaker's empire that spans from azir all the way to eastern roshar because he bothered to choose an heir. i wish there was a more concise way to describe it but it sounds so fun doesn't it you get to experience worldbuilding and do roled play with ocs quick let me know if you would want an inviiiiite............. fades away like a force ghost