Now, as new technological discoveries by Navani Kholin's scholars begin to change the face of the war, the enemy prepares a bold and dangerous operation. Neither side has gained an advantage, and the threat of a betrayal by Dalinar's crafty ally Taravangian looms over every strategic move. Cover Flap Īfter forming a coalition of human resistance against the enemy invasion, Dalinar Kholin and his Knights Radiant have spent a year fighting a protracted, brutal war. If she does, our secrets will finally become truths instead. She must admit that the worst lies have been the ones she tells herself. She must unmask them, find their hidden truths, and present them to the world. Toward victory, and toward that most important silence.Īnd the Mother of Machines, most important of them all, dances with liars at a grand ball. She seems so far from her ancestors, but does not realize they carry her upon their shoulders. The Broken Sister sees her mistakes, and thinks she is one herself. He can bring none with him, but that which he can kindle himself. He steps ever forward, ever into darkness, without light. The Fallen Soldier caresses and loves the spear even as it gouges his own flesh. Can she free her own soul in time to find knowledge? The knowledge that damns all people of Roshar? The imprisoned spren, so long ago forgotten. The One Who Is Three seeks the captured soul, but does not know it. There are secrets we have kept for so long.

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