“They push us into it, Lightsong thought. They craft all of this splendor and luxury, they give us whatever we desire, then they subtly poke at us. Be a god. Prophesy. Maintain our illusion for us. Die. Die so that… — Brandon Sanderson Copy Share Image
“Though, when I'm proven wrong and the underprivileged masses storm my palace and burn me at the stake, I'll be sure to inform them that you were right all along. You'll get the last laugh. Or...well, the last scream, since… — Brandon Sanderson Copy Share Image
