“The door slammed open. Vivenna jumped, putting a hand to her chest.Vasher walked in. 'Start reaching for that sword when you're startled,' he said. 'There's little reason to grab your shirt, unless you're planning to rip it off.”

“You're a sword not a palm tree”

“Yelling a battle cry—more to motivate himself than frighten his foes—Lukel grabbed the table leg and swung it at a soldier. The wood bounced off the man's helmet, but the blow was powerful enough to daze him, so Lukel followed it with a solid blow to the face. The soldier dropped and Lukel grabbed his weapon.Now he had a sword. He only wished he knew how to use it.”

“The problem with being clever, Serene thought with a sigh, is that everyone assumes you're always planning something.”

“Dalinar took a deep breath, then forced himself to open his arms and pull back. “If you had hoped tosoothe my worries for the day, then this didn’t help.”She folded her arms. He could still feel where her safehand had touched him on the back. A tendertouch, reserved for a family member. “I’m not here to soothe you, Dalinar. Quite the opposite.”“Please. I do need time to think.”“I won’t let you put me away. I won’t ignore that this happened. I won’t—”“Navani,” he gently cut her off, “I will not abandon you. I promise.”She eyed him, then a wry smile crept onto her face. “Very well. But you began something today.”“I began it?” he asked, amused, elated, confused, worried, and ashamed at the same time.“The kiss was yours, Dalinar,” she said idly, pulling open the door and entering his antechamber.“You seduced me to it.”“What? Seduced?” She glanced back at him. “Dalinar, I’ve never been more open and honest in mylife.”“I know,” Dalinar said, smiling. “That was the seductive part.” He closed the door softly, then let outa sigh. Blood of my fathers, he thought, why can’t these things ever be simple?And yet, in direct contrast with his thoughts, he felt as if the entire world had somehow becomemore right for having gone wrong.”

“You're getting better, my lady.""Don't patronize me.""No, really, Your Highness. When you started painting five years ago, I could never tell what it was you were trying to depict.""And this is a painting of . ."Ashe paused. "A bowl of fruit?" he asked hopefully.Sarene sighed in frustration._______________________________"Beautifully—which is more than I can say for the painting." He paused for a moment. "It's a horse, right?"Sarene scowled."A house?" he asked."It is not a bowl of fruit either, my lord," Ashe said. "I already tried that." "Well, she said it was one of the paintings in this room," Lukel said. "All we have to do is keep guessing until we find the right one.""Brilliant deduction, Master Lukel." Ashe said.”

“All right," Spook said. He reached to the ground, scooping up a pile of ash. "Let's just rub this into your clothing and on your face...." Breeze froze. "I'll meet you back ath the lair," he finally said.”