Words of Radiance
The Knights Radiant must stand again.
The ancient oaths have at last been
spoken; the spren return. Men seek that
which was lost. I fear the struggle will
It is the nature of the magic. A broken soul
has cracks into which something else can
be fit. Surgebindings, the powers of
creation themselves. They can brace a broken soul; but they can also widen its fissures.
The Windrunner, lost in a shattered land, balanced upon the boundary between
vengeance and honor. The Lightweaver, slowly being consumed by her past, searching
for the lie that she must become. The Bondsmith, born in blood and death, striving to
rebuild what was destroyed. The Explorer, straddling the fates of two peoples, forced to
choose between slow death and a terrible betrayal of all she believes.
It is past time for them to awaken, for the Everstorm looms.
And the Assassin has arrived.