Stormlight Archive 1 - The Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson

Author:Brandon Sanderson [Sanderson, Brandon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy
Published: 2012-01-19T02:07:37+00:00

FIVE AND A HALF YEARS AGO

"Kaladin, look at this rock," Tien said. "It changes colors when you look at it from different sides."

Kal looked away from the window, glancing at his brother. Now thirteen years of age, Tien had turned from an eager boy into an eager adolescent. Though he'd grown, he was still small for his age, and his mop of black and brown hair still refused all attempts at order. He was squatting beside the lacquered cobwood dinner table, eyes level with the glossy surface, looking at a small, lumpish rock.

Kal sat on a stool peeling longroots with a short knife. The brown roots were dirty on the outside and sticky when he sliced into them, so working on them coated his fingers with a thick layer of crem. He finished a root and handed it up to his mother, who washed it off and sliced it into the stew pot.

"Mother, look at this," Tien said. Late-afternoon sunlight streamed through the leeside window, bathing the table. "From this side, the rock sparkles red, but from the other side, it's green."

"Perhaps it's magical," Hesina said. Chunk after chunk of longroot plunked into the water, each splash with a slightly different note.

"I think it must be," Tien said. "Or it has a spren. Do spren live in rocks?"

"Spren live in everything," Hesina replied.

"They can't live in everything," Kal said, dropping a peel into the pail at his feet. He glanced out the window, watching the road that led from the town to the citylord's mansion.

"They do," Hesina said. "Spren appear when something changes-when fear appears, or when it begins to rain. They are the heart of change, and therefore the heart of all things."

"This longroot," Kal said, holding it up skeptically.

"Has a spren."

"And if you slice it up?"

"Each bit has a spren. Only smaller."

Kal frowned, looking over the long tuber. They grew in cracks in the stone where water collected. They tasted faintly of minerals, but were easy to grow. His family needed food that didn't cost much, these days.

"So we eat spren," Kal said flatly.

"No," she said, "we eat the roots."

"When we have to," Tien added with a grimace.

"And the spren?" Kal pressed.

"They are freed. To return to wherever it is that spren live."

"Do I have a spren?" Tien said, looking down at his chest.

"You have a soul, dear. You're a person. But the pieces of your body may very well have spren living in them. Very small ones."

Tien pinched at his skin, as if trying to pry the tiny spren out.

"Dung," Kal said suddenly.

"Kal!" Hesina snapped. "That's not talk for mealtime."

"Dung," Kal said stubbornly. "It has spren?"

"I suppose it does."

"Dungspren," Tien said, then snickered.

His mother continued to chop. "Why all of these questions, suddenly?"

Kal shrugged. "I just-I don't know. Because."

He'd been thinking recently about the way the world worked, about what he was to do with his place in it. The other boys his age, they didn't wonder about their place. Most knew what their future held. Working in the fields.

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