WORDS OF RADIANCE: Book Two of the Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson (Engl

Description: WORDS OF RADIANCE by Brandon Sanderson, BRANDON SANDERSON "The war with the Parshendi moves into a new, dangerous phase, as Dalinar leads the human armies deep into the heart of the Shattered Plains. Meanwhile Shallan searches for the legendary city of Urithuru, and Kaladin, leader of the restored Knights Radiant, masters the powers of a Windrunner."--Publishers description. FORMAT Hardcover LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description From #1 New York Times bestselling author Brandon Sanderson, Words of Radiance, Book Two of the Stormlight Archive, continues the immersive fantasy epic that The Way of Kings began. Expected by his enemies to die the miserable death of a military slave, Kaladin survived to be given command of the royal bodyguards, a controversial first for a low-status "darkeyes." Now he must protect the king and Dalinar from every common peril as well as the distinctly uncommon threat of the Assassin, all while secretly struggling to master remarkable new powers that are somehow linked to his honorspren, Syl. The Assassin, Szeth, is active again, murdering rulers all over the world of Roshar, using his baffling powers to thwart every bodyguard and elude all pursuers. Among his prime targets is Highprince Dalinar, widely considered the power behind the Alethi throne. His leading role in the war would seem reason enough, but the Assassins master has much deeper motives. Brilliant but troubled Shallan strives along a parallel path. Despite being broken in ways she refuses to acknowledge, she bears a terrible burden: to somehow prevent the return of the legendary Voidbringers and the civilization-ending Desolation that will follow. The secrets she needs can be found at the Shattered Plains, but just arriving there proves more difficult than she could have imagined. Meanwhile, at the heart of the Shattered Plains, the Parshendi are making an epochal decision. Hard pressed by years of Alethi attacks, their numbers ever shrinking, they are convinced by their war leader, Eshonai, to risk everything on a desperate gamble with the very supernatural forces they once fled. The possible consequences for Parshendi and humans alike, indeed, for Roshar itself, are as dangerous as they are incalculable. Other Tor books by Brandon Sanderson The CosmereThe Stormlight Archive— The Way of Kings— Words of Radiance— Edgedancer (novella)— Oathbringer— Dawnshard (novella)— Rhythm of War The Mistborn SagaThe Original Trilogy— Mistborn— The Well of Ascension— The Hero of Ages Wax and Wayne— The Alloy of Law— Shadows of Self— The Bands of Mourning— The Lost Metal Other Cosmere novels— Elantris— Warbreaker— Tress of the Emerald Sea— Yumi and the Nightmare Painter— The Sunlit Man Collection— Arcanum Unbounded: The Cosmere Collection The Alcatraz vs. the Evil Librarians series— Alcatraz vs. the Evil Librarians— The Scriveners Bones— The Knights of Crystallia— The Shattered Lens— The Dark Talent— Bastille vs. the Evil Librarians (with Janci Patterson) Other novels— The Rithmatist— Legion: The Many Lives of Stephen Leeds— The Frugal Wizards Handbook for Surviving Medieval England Other books by Brandon Sanderson The Reckoners— Steelheart— Firefight— Calamity Skyward— Skyward— Starsight— Cytonic— Skyward Flight (with Janci Patterson)— Defiant Author Biography Brandon Sanderson grew up in Lincoln, Nebraska. He lives in Utah with his wife and children and teaches creative writing at Brigham Young University. His bestsellers have sold 32 million copies worldwide and include the Mistborn saga; the Stormlight Archive novels; and other novels, including The Rithmatist, Steelheart, and Skyward. He won a Hugo Award for The Emperors Soul, a novella set in the world of his acclaimed first novel, Elantris. Additionally, he completed Robert Jordans The Wheel of Time(R). Visit his website for behind-the-scenes information on all his books. Review Praise for Brandon Sanderson and the Stormlight Archive Over 10 million Stormlight Archive books sold! "One of the genres most beloved authors."--TIME "Sanderson raises the genre stakes... A fan favorite."--The New York Times "[Sanderson] is not a brilliant writer of epic fantasy, hes simply a brilliant writer. Period."--Patrick Rothfuss, #1 New York Times bestselling author "The genres most popular writer... easily one of the most successful and prolific fantasy writers of the century so far."--Esquire "Epic in every sense."--The Guardian on The Way of Kings "Sanderson is a master of many aspects of the fantasy genre: epic world-building, coherent systems of magic and unforgettable character development. All those are in peak form in his masterwork, The Way of Kings."--Paste Magazine, "The 50 Best Fantasy Books of the 21st Century (So Far)" "Absolutely revels in its fantasy world, one of actual gods, bizarre magic, knights with superpowers, spirits and sorcery, monsters, demons, and magic sword[s] called Shardblades. It embraces the fantastic, and does so with an astonishing amount of creativity . . . Words of Radiance is a must-read."--io9 on Words of Radiance "Excellent . . . cranks up the level of intrigue to dizzying extremes...Sandersons experiment is working, and he gets better with every book. The journey will be worth it. Yes, you should buy this book. Yes, this is a series worth following to the end."--Reactor on Words of Radiance Review Quote This is a great choice for fans of Robert Jordan and Terry Brooks. Excerpt from Book 1 SANTHID To be perfectly frank, what has happened these last two months is upon my head. The death, destruction, loss, and pain are my burden. I should have seen it coming. And I should have stopped it. -From the personal journal of Navani Kholin, Jeseses 1174 Shallan pinched the thin charcoal pencil and drew a series of straight lines radiating from a sphere on the horizon. That sphere wasnt quite the sun, nor was it one of the moons. Clouds outlined in charcoal seemed to stream toward it. And the sea beneath them … A drawing could not convey the bizarre nature of that ocean, made not of water but of small beads of translucent glass. Shallan shivered, remembering that place. Jasnah knew much more of it than she would speak of to her ward, and Shallan wasnt certain how to ask. How did one demand answers after a betrayal such as Shallans? Only a few days had passed since that event, and Shallan still didnt know exactly how her relationship with Jasnah would proceed. The deck rocked as the ship tacked, enormous sails fluttering overhead. Shallan was forced to grab the railing with her clothed safehand to steady herself. Captain Tozbek said that so far, the seas hadnt been bad for this part of Longbrows Straits. However, she might have to go below if the waves and motion got much worse. Shallan exhaled and tried to relax as the ship settled. A chill wind blew, and windspren zipped past on invisible air currents. Every time the sea grew rough, Shallan remembered that day, that alien ocean of glass beads … She looked down again at what shed drawn. She had only glimpsed that place, and her sketch was not perfect. It- She frowned. On her paper, a pattern had risen , like an embossing. What had she done? That pattern was almost as wide as the page, a sequence of complex lines with sharp angles and repeated arrowhead shapes. Was it an effect of drawing that weird place, the place Jasnah said was named Shadesmar? Shallan hesitantly moved her freehand to feel the unnatural ridges on the page. The pattern moved , sliding across the page like an axehound pup under a bedsheet. Shallan yelped and leapt from her seat, dropping her sketchpad to the deck. The loose pages slumped to the planks, fluttering and then scattering in the wind. Nearby sailors-Thaylen men with long white eyebrows they combed back over their ears-scrambled to help, snatching sheets from the air before they could blow overboard. "You all right, young miss?" Tozbek asked, looking over from a conversation with one of his mates. The short, portly Tozbek wore a wide sash and a coat of gold and red matched by the cap on his head. He wore his eyebrows up and stiffened into a fanned shape above his eyes. "Im well, Captain," Shallan said. "I was merely spooked." Yalb stepped up to her, proffering the pages. "Your accouterments, my lady." Shallan raised an eyebrow. "Accout er ments?" "Sure," the young sailor said with a grin. "Im practicing my fancy words. They help a fellow obtain reasonable feminine companionship. You know-the kind of young lady who doesnt smell too bad an has at least a few teeth left." "Lovely," Shallan said, taking the sheets back. "Well, depending on your definition of lovely, at least." She suppressed further quips, suspiciously regarding the stack of pages in her hand. The picture shed drawn of Shadesmar was on top, no longer bearing the strange embossed ridges. "What happened?" Yalb said. "Did a cremling crawl out from under you or something?" As usual, he wore an open-fronted vest and a pair of loose trousers. "It was nothing," Shallan said softly, tucking the pages away into her satchel. Yalb gave her a little salute-she had no idea why he had taken to doing that-and went back to tying rigging with the other sailors. She soon caught bursts of laughter from the men near him, and when she glanced at him, gloryspren danced around his head-they took the shape of little spheres of light. He was apparently very proud of the jape hed just made. She smiled. It was indeed fortunate that Tozbek had been delayed in Kharbranth. She liked this crew, and was happy that Jasnah had selected them for their voyage. Shallan sat back down on the box that Captain Tozbek had ordered lashed beside the railing so she could enjoy the sea as they sailed. She had to be wary of the spray, which wasnt terribly good for her sketches, but so long as the seas werent rough, the opportunity to watch the waters was worth the trouble. The scout atop the rigging let out a shout. Shallan squinted in the direction he pointed. They were within sight of the distant mainland, sailing parallel to it. In fact, theyd docked at port last night to shelter from the highstorm that had blown past. When sailing, you always wanted to be near to port-venturing into open seas when a highstorm could surprise you was suicidal. The smear of darkness to the north was the Frostlands, a largely uninhabited area along the bottom edge of Roshar. Occasionally, she caught a glimpse of higher cliffs to the south. Thaylenah, the great island kingdom, made another barrier there. The straits passed between the two. The lookout had spotted something in the waves just north of the ship, a bobbing shape that at first appeared to be a large log. No, it was much larger than that, and wider. Shallan stood, squinting, as it drew closer. It turned out to be a domed brown-green shell, about the size of three rowboats lashed together. As they passed by, the shell came up alongside the ship and somehow managed to keep pace, sticking up out of the water perhaps six or eight feet. A santhid! Shallan leaned out over the rail, looking down as the sailors jabbered excitedly, several joining her in craning out to see the creature. Santhidyn were so reclusive that some of her books claimed they were extinct and all modern reports of them untrustworthy. "You are good luck, young miss!" Yalb said to her with a laugh as he passed by with rope. "We aint seen a santhid in years." "You still arent seeing one," Shallan said. "Only the top of its shell." To her disappointment, waters hid anything else-save shadows of something in the depths that might have been long arms extending downward. Stories claimed the beasts would sometimes follow ships for days, waiting out in the sea as the vessel went into port, then following them again once the ship left. "The shell is all you ever see of one," Yalb said. "Passions, this is a good sign!" Shallan clutched her satchel. She took a Memory of the creature down there beside the ship by closing her eyes, fixing the image of it in her head so she could draw it with precision. Draw what, though? she thought. A lump in the water? An idea started to form in her head. She spoke it aloud before she could think better. "Bring me that rope," she said, turning to Yalb. "Brightness?" he asked, stopping in place. "Tie a loop in one end," she said, hurriedly setting her satchel on her seat. "I need to get a look at the santhid. Ive never actually put my head underwater in the ocean. Will the salt make it difficult to see?" "Underwater?" Yalb said, voice squeaking. "Youre not tying the rope." "Because Im not a storming fool! Captain will have my head if…" "Get a friend," Shallan said, ignoring him and taking the rope to tie one end into a small loop. "Youre going to lower me down over the side, and Im going get a glimpse of whats under the shell. Do you realize that nobody has ever produced a drawing of a live santhid? All the ones that have washed up on beaches were badly decomposed. And since sailors consider hunting the things to be bad luck-" "It is!" Yalb said, voice growing more high pitched. "Aint nobody going to kill one." Shallan finished the loop and hurried to the side of the ship, her red hair whipping around her face as she leaned out over the rail. The santhid was still there. How did it keep up? She could see no fins. She looked back at Yalb, who held the rope, grinning. "Ah, Brightness. Is this payback for what I said about your backside to Beznk? That was just in jest, but you got me good! I…" He trailed off as she met his eyes. "Storms. Youre serious." "Ill not have another opportunity like this. Naladan chased these things for most of her life and never got a good look at one." "This is insanity!" "No, this is scholarship! I dont know what kind of view I can get through the water, but I have to try." Yalb sighed. "We have masks. Made from a tortoise shell with glass in hollowed-out holes on the front and bladders along the edges to keep the water out. You can duck your head underwater with one on and see. We use them to check over the hull at dock." "Wonderful!" "Of course, Id have to go to the captain to get permission to take one.…" She folded her arms. "Devious of you. Well, get to it." It was unlikely shed be able to go through with this Details ISBN0765326361 Author BRANDON SANDERSON Short Title WORDS OF RADIANCE Publisher Tor Books Series Stormlight Archive Language English ISBN-10 0765326361 ISBN-13 9780765326362 Media Book Format Hardcover Series Number 2 Residence Orem, UT, US DEWEY FIC Year 2014 Publication Date 2014-03-04 Imprint Tor Books Subtitle Book Two of the Stormlight Archive UK Release Date 2014-03-04 Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2014-03-04 NZ Release Date 2014-03-04 US Release Date 2014-03-04 Pages 1088 Illustrations Maps; Illustrations, black and white Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:78534575;

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