Sublime

“Do you have something to say to the lady?” “S-sorry,” the filth whispered. Not good enough. “Louder.”

“Who pays the wages of Bridge Four? What about the other bridge crews? If there is a squabble over Dalinar’s lands in Alethkar, can he call you—and Bridge Four—up to fight for him, like a normal liege-vassal relationship? If not, then can we still expect him to pay us?” “Damnation,” Kaladin breathed. “I’m sorry, sir. It—” “No, they’re good question

MAKE CHARACTER YOUR LOUDEST STATEMENT

“I’ll send her to her eternal fucking rest,” Marcus roared, “if this door isn’t opened now.”

He was the powerful, all-but-immortal Incarnation standing tall after a harsh battle. He was the menace, looming over a weary swordsman who kept his blade raised in futile defiance. He was the uncaring master, carelessly discarding minions by the score, their bodies strewn all over the street. He was the traitor who had beaten Simon bloody for tryi

From Enter the Dragon: “Sparta, Rome, the knights of Europe, the samurai . . . worshipped strength. Because it is strength that makes all other values possible.”

What did it say about him that he’d rather face down a nest of outlaws—outgunned and outmanned—than meet with Lord Harms and his daughter?

made him stand out like a man who had brought a shotgun to a knife fight.

"If you're done flattering my bride, I'd like to take a look at her," says a rich, smooth voice from behind us.