âYour son is a soldier, Lirin. A soldier who inherited his fatherâs determination, skill, and compassion. You tell me honestly. Who would you rather have out there fighting? Some crazed killer who enjoys it, or the boy you trained to care?â
(Rhythm of War)
He had promised to help Azir. But why? Because his mother had trained him to care. As Dalinar had worked to make Adolin into a weapon, Evi had worked to make Adolin into one that had meaning.
(Wind and Truth)
I loved how those two passages rhymed. Kaladin and Adolin - the boys that care. I love them so much.
Alternate eye colour for Kaladin, and alternative state of awakening for Adolin's armour. đ
âGod poured me out like milk and curdled me like cheeseâ sounds like a post youâd find on tumblr dot com, but it is in fact Job 10:10
reblog with a spoiler for your wip with zero context. no context allowed.
atheists will post gotcha memes about âthe guy who shot you repented and is now in heaven donât you want to say hi?â as if the knowledge of a person who wronged you in the most heinous way imaginable being lifted up to sainthood by the grace of God isnt the most incredible thing conceivable to the Christian mind
Cease not thine belief;
Hold fast that noble feeling.
Lo! The streets are lit, and peopled.
This seems like it could be a lot of fun as a horror game, like you have to decide if each customer is a skinwalker or a normal human and shoot only the skinwalkers, and the really annoying humans
I had to wait a whole year to post this đ
I admire all kinds of nonsense, balderdash, hogwash, and above all, malarkey.
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