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To live was to be a fragment of the cosmere that was experiencing itself.

Some men, as they age, grow kinder. I am not one of those, for I have seen how the cosmere can mistreat the innocent - and that leaves me disinclined toward kindness. Some men, as they age, grow wiser. I am not one of those, for wisdom and I have always been at cross-purposes, and I have yet to learn the tongue in which she speaks. Some men, as they age, grow more cynical. I, fortunately, am not one of those. If I were, the very air would warp around me, sucking in all emotion, leaving only scorn. Other men...other men, as they age, merely grow stranger. I fear that I am one of those. I am the bones of a foreign species left drying on the plain that was once, long ago, a sea. A curiosity, perhaps a reminder, that all has not always been as it is now.

Youthful immaturity is one of the cosmere's great catalysts for change.

I realize that you are probably still angry. That is pleasant to know. Much as your perpetual health, I have come to rely upon your dissatisfaction with me. It is one of the cosmere’s great constants, I should think.

The original plan for this novella was for it to be 18,000 words. It ended up at around 40,000. Ah well. That just happens sometimes. (Particularly when you are me.)

Deal with your own stupid planet, you idiot. Don’t make me come over there and slap you around again.

That night, it rained on the other dogs, who slept outside in the cold barn, which leaked. But the little dog snuggled into a warm bed beside the fire, hugged by the farmer’s children, his belly full. And as he did, the dog sadly thought to himself, ‘I could not become a dragon. I am an utter and complete failure.’ The end.

You think that kid who starved didn’t want to eat? You think her parents didn’t want to escape the ravages of war badly enough? You think if they’d had more Passion, the cosmere would have saved them? How convenient to believe that people are poor because they didn’t care enough about being rich. That they just didn’t pray hard enough. So convenient to make suffering their own fault, rather than life being unfair and birth mattering more than aptitude. Or storming Passion.

The cosmere, unfortunately, takes precedence over free food. Watch yourself, Dalinar. Life becomes dangerous, and you’re at the center of it.

The woman looked up at Lift. "He's right about that, um..." "Say it," Lift said. "Your Pancakefulness." "Rolls right off the tongue, doesn't it?

Well, this isn't the part of the story where you ask questions. So kindly keep them to yourself.

Kaladin stared outward at the blue sky. “I have to know,” he whispered. “Know?” “You asked why I protect Dalinar. I have to know if he really is what he seems, Syl. I have to know if one of them lives up to his reputation. That will tell me-“ “Tell you? Tell you what?” “If honor is dead, Kaladin whispered. “He is,” Syl said. “But he lives on in men. And in me.

What would it take?” she asked. “For you to see a miracle instead of a coincidence?” “It would take a miracle, obviously,” Silence said, picking up her knife. “Instead of just a coincidence.

Some men, as they age, grow kinder. I am not one of those, for I have seen how the cosmere can mistreat the innocent—and that leaves me disinclined toward kindness. Some men, as they age, grow wiser. I am not one of those, for wisdom and I have always been at cross-purposes, and I have yet to learn the tongue in which she speaks. Some men, as they age, grow more cynical. I, fortunately, am not one of those. If I were, the very air would warp around me, sucking in all emotion, leaving only scorn.” He tapped the table. “Other men … other men, as they age, merely grow stranger. I fear that I am one of those. I am the bones of a foreign species left drying on the plain that was once, long ago, a sea. A curiosity, perhaps a reminder, that all has not always been as it is now.

Whatever this man wanted, Kelsier’s instincts said that he shouldn’t be allowed to have it.

but to live is to have worries and uncertainties. Keep them inside, and they will destroy you for certain—leaving behind a person so callused that emotion can find no root in his heart.

How much of what you’ve done was about love, and how much was about proving something?

She didn’t know what terrified her more. The idea of some powerful, all-knowing deity that controlled everything—destroying her free will, yet for some reason still leaving the entire world in so much pain. Or the knowledge that there were beings who ruled the cosmere with immense power—but they had all the foibles, flaws, and limited morality of anyone else.

But you can’t be amazed at the convergent examples of domestication across the cosmere. You can’t know any of this, because you live on a giant ball of rock full of slime where everything is wet and cold all the time. This is a dog, Kaladin. They’re fluffy and loyal and wonderful.

It is more than calmness,” she clarified. “It is an utter rejection of all emotion, sensation, and individuality. You often start by fixating on something rhythmic, like your breathing or the deliberate stretching and relaxing of a muscle. Some find it helpful to vocalize a tone or a mantra. The goal is to empty your mind of all thought—abandoning even the initial focus that started the meditation.” “What’s the point of that?” She cocked her head, baffled. “To center yourself in the cosmere,” she said. “To wash your mind as you wash your body. To expel emotional refuse, as your body does with physical excrement. To be clean, down to your soul, and to renew.

Anytime you can make someone else feel something, you’ve got power over them.

You came all this way, leaving behind luxury, to eat some pancakes.” “Really awesome pancakes.

Shai’s uncle Won had taught her that being bested was a rule of life. No matter how good you were, someone was better. Live by that knowledge, and you would never grow so confident that you became sloppy.

Yes,” Wyndle said, “you should do just that! Let us pop over to the market and pick up a legendary, all-powerful weapon of myth and lore, worth more than many kingdoms! I hear they sell them in bushels, following spring weather in the east.

So, we came all this way,” Wyndle said, “and tracked the most dangerous man we’ve ever met, merely so you could steal his breakfast.

How about this?” the Drifter said. “We’ll have an insult battle.

What was wrong with that young man who answered the door?” Wyndle asked. “Dunno,” Lift said. “Some people are just born like that.

He had a lump of crusty earwax for a heart.

Oh, hell," Kelsier said. "There's actually a God?" "Yes." Kelsier decked him.

Hey, Hoid. Can I catch a ride up there with you?” The new coachman shrugged, making room for Wayne on top of the carriage.

This is nice. Very roomy for a shack on a mountainside in the middle of a deadly jungle on an isolated island surrounded by monsters.

Pero las expectativas eran como la porcelana fina. Cuanto más fuerte te agarrabas a ellas, más probable era que se rompiesen.

Ey,” Lift called to him. “You still creepy, old man?” “I am the man I was made to be,” he said back.

He had been more complex than that. Every person was.

That's the trouble with science. Always upending itself. Ruining perfect systems for the little inconvenience of them being wrong.

The more she thought of it, the more that luck seemed the opposite of being awesome. One was something you did; the other was something that happened to you no matter what you did. Course,

The empire simply was. The people suffered its rule because they were comfortable with its little tyrannies. Corruption was inevitable. You lived with it. It was either that or accept the chaos of the unknown.

PEDÍ AYUDA A LOS DEMÁS. A LOS FUERTES, A LOS MÁS INTELIGENTES QUE YO. A LOS HÉROES. A LERAS, CONOCIDO COMO CONSERVACIÓN, QUE SIEMPRE HABÍA TENIDO UNA NATURALEZA TAN FUERTE. A ATI, QUIZÁ EL MÁS BONDADOSO DE ENTRE NOSOTROS, QUE HABÍA TENIDO LA AUDACIA DE CONTENER A RUINA. A EDGLI, DOTACIÓN, QUE ERA LA MUJER MÁS COMPASIVA QUE HE CONOCIDO JAMÁS. A BAVADIN, ASTUTA Y CAPAZ. A CHAN KO SAR, INVENCIÓN, QUE RECORRÍA EL COSMERE CREANDO GRANDES MARAVILLAS. ACUDÍ A ELLOS UNO POR UNO. TODOS ME RECHAZARON.

Now,” the Lopen said to her, “you gotta have two hands to properly crawl. I came up with my own version, sure, when I had one hand. But it was more of a shuffle. See?” He moved to crawling with one hand, the other behind his back. “That . . . looks very much like crawling to me, Radiant the Lopen,” Rysn said. “It’s different though,” the Lopen said. “I tell you, I missed being able to do it.” “You missed crawling?” "Sure. I’d lay in bed and think, ‘Lopen, you used to be a majestic crawler. These louts don’t know how good they have it, being able to crawl whenever they want.

Now, you’ve probably caught on more quickly than Painter did here. You might be thinking at this point of the old adage that says having heroes is not worth it. There are variations on it all around the cosmere. Cynical takes that encourage you never to look up to someone, lest by turning your eyes toward the sky you leave your gut open for a nice stabbing. I disagree. Hope is a grand thing, and having heroes is essential to human aspiration. That is part of why I tell these stories. That said, you do need to learn to separate the story—and what it has done to you—from the individual who prompted it. Art—and all stories are art, even the ones about real people—is about what it does to you. The true hero is the one in your mind, the representation of an ideal that makes you a better person. The individual who inspired it, well, they’re like the book on the table or the art on the wall. A vessel. A syringe full of transformational aspiration. Don’t force people to live up to your dreams of who they might be. And if you’re ever in the situation in which Painter found himself, where your ideals are crumbling, don’t do what he did. Don’t make it slow. Walk away and patch the wound instead of giving the knife time to twist inside.

People got so mad when she lost spheres. They were strange about money. Far too concerned with something that you couldn’t eat—though Lift figured that was probably the point of using spheres instead of something rational, like bags of food. If you actually traded food, everyone would eat up all their money and then where would society be?

They got these pancakes here," she said, "with things cooked into them. Supposed to be super tasty, and they eat them during the Weeping. Ten varieties. I'm gonna steal one of each." "You came all this way, leaving behind luxury, to eat some pancakes." "Really awesome pancakes." "Despite the fact that a deific Shardbearer is here-a man who went to great lengths to try to execute you.

Today, I know what death is. Why do I know what death is, Kaladin?

Ashravan was a humble man.” Shai raised an eyebrow. That didn’t match the reports she’d been given. “Oh, he had a temper,” Gaotona said. “And if you got him arguing, he would sink his teeth in and hold fast to his point. But the man … the man he was … Deep down, that was a humble man. You will have to understand this about him.” “I see,” she said. You did it to him too, didn’t you? Shai thought. That look of disappointment, that implication we should be better people than

What could be more satisfying than knowing the things you possessed were intriguing, captivating, or valuable enough to provoke another man to risk everything to obtain them? This was Kelsier’s purpose in life, to remind people of the value of the things they loved. By taking them away. These

I suppose I deserved that," Kelsier said. "Be careful how you use those visions, Fuzz. Reality isn't particularly healthy for a man's ego." "I would call it very healthy," Preservation replied.

Wow! I hate you already.” “Give it time.” Kelsinger said slapping him on the back. “For most that eventually fades to a sense of mild exasperation.

Walls can’t think!” “That doesn’t stop them from caring.

I noticed many of the familiar red stamps. Some were, of course, the stamps of the artists—but there were others. One piece of calligraphy was covered in them. Lucie and Sherry explained: Ancient Chinese scholars and nobility, if they liked a work of art, would sometimes stamp it with their stamp too. One emperor in particular loved to do this, and would take beautiful sculptures or pieces of jade—centuries old—and have his stamp and perhaps some lines of his poetry carved into them. What a fascinating mind-set. Imagine being a king, deciding that you particularly liked Michelangelo’s David, and so having your signature carved across the chest. That’s essentially what this was. The concept was so striking, I began playing with a stamp magic in my head. Soulstamps, capable of rewriting the nature of an object’s existence. I didn’t want to stray too close to Soulcasting from the Stormlight world, and so instead I used the inspiration of the museum—of history—to devise a magic that allowed rewriting an object’s past.

En otro tiempo, habría sido incapaz de pasar eso por alto. Pero cada día morían millones, quizá miles de millones de personas por todo el Cosmere. Nómada no podía impedirlo. Apenas lograba mantenerse vivo a sí mismo. Le dolía de todos modos. Incluso después de años de tormento, seguía odiando ver a la gente morir.

Youthful immaturity is one of the cosmere’s great catalysts for change,

I will mention an instance where masturbation was fatal, and which has been mentioned by Fabricius of Hilden. Cosmers Sotan had amputated a young man's hand, which had been injured by a gun; as he knew him to be very ardent, he prohibited his indulgence with his wife, when also he warned him of the danger. But when all the symptoms were relieved, and the cure was progressing, the patient feeling desires to which his wife not respond, he had an emission of semen without coition, which was immediately followed with fever, delirium, convulsions, and other violent symptoms, which caused death in four hours.

Yes, according to the way he wrote that sentence, he turned invisible for one line. No, he won't let me change it.

Jasnah sniffed. “Your tutors were idiots. Youthful immaturity is one of the cosmere’s great catalysts for change, Shallan.

Majestic as Damnation’s own gonads,

A voice like boots stepping in gravel.

Mistress,” Wyndle said, “that was the strangest conversation I’ve ever heard, and I once grew an entire garden for some keenspren.

But you were once young and nervous too. We all were. There’s nothing wrong with being a tad awkward. It is a sign of a new experience—and new experiences are among the cosmere’s best forms of emotional leavening. We shouldn’t be so afraid of showing inexperience.

Y era una lástima. Porque la broma más enorme que Pintor había experimentado jamás era la que el Cosmere estaba gastándole en ese instante.

El hecho de que hayas tenido mala suerte en el pasado no significa que tengas que renunciar a tu futuro.

Pero vosotros también fuisteis jóvenes y nerviosos. Todos lo hemos sido. No hay nada malo en ser un pelín torpe. Es señal de que se tiene una nueva vivencia, y las nuevas vivencias se cuentan entre las mejores formas de levadura emocional que existen en el Cosmere. No debería darnos tanto miedo mostrar nuestra inexperiencia. El cinismo no es interesante: a menudo no es más que una máscara con la que ocultar el tedio.

Era como si flotara a través de la misma oscuridad, incapaz de hablar, completamente solo. Tal vez eso era la muerte, su alma flotando en un vacío interminable y sin luz.

I had to ask myself, once it was all done, if honor was a sham. If it was a ruse used to make men kill one another - to let them pretend there was a purpose to it. If that concept - the very idea of an honorable soldier - was not the most pernicious evil that had ever blighted the Cosmere.

Supongo que vosotros diríais que Pintor parecía veden. Rasgos parecidos y el mismo pelo negro, pero tenía la piel más pálida que los que se verían en Roshar. Pintor se habría quedado perplejo si le hiciera esa comparación, ya que no había oído hablar de esas tierras. De hecho, hacía muy poco que su gente había empezado a plantearse si su planeta estaba solo o no en el Cosmere. Pero no adelantemos acontecimientos.

She hated dreams. They either showed her a life she couldn't have, or a life that terrified her.

his fire inside the cloak, and he brought it alive as they neared.

No es culpa tuya. —Steris exhaló un suspiro—. ¿Alguna vez te has preguntado si no es posible que el cosmere esté empeñado en poner a prueba tus límites, lord Waxillium? —¿El cosmere? ¿Te refieres a Armonía? —No, no me refiero a Él. Es como si a una especie de azar cósmico le gustase tirar los dados a la menor ocasión y siempre sacara nada más que unos. La idea tiene algo de

he reached down and picked up the mating plume she had dropped. “This,” he said with a harsh whisper, holding it up before her, “is the symbol of your ignorance. On the Pantheon Islands, nothing is easy, nothing is simple. That plume was placed by another trapper to catch someone who does not deserve to be here,

It was like saying that a man drowning in beer was better off than one drowning in acid.

Your mind is too fragile. It will break." "I broke that damn thing years ago, Fuzz.

El amor no consistía en tener razón o no, sino en levantarse y ayudar cuando tu compañero tenía la espalda encorvada.

Oh, my lord, I know it, I do.” The beggar laughed. “I own the place, technically. Now, regarding those coins for old Hoid, my good lord…” He pushed his hand forward farther, eyes staring sightlessly.

Hey, Hoid. Can I catch a ride up there with you?” "The new coachman shrugged, making room for Wayne on top of the carriage.

Debemos tener cuidado de no permitir que la dicha del presente se empañe al compararla con unos días supuestamente mejores. Somos felices, sí, pero ¿éramos más felices antes? Si le dejamos, la memoria puede sumir en sombras el ahora, pues nada podrá estar nunca a la altura de las leyendas apuntaladas de nuestro pasado.

Being a writer, then, is as much about observation as it is imagination. I try to let new experiences inspire me. I’ve been lucky enough in this field that I am able to travel frequently. When I visit a new country, I try to let the culture, people, and experiences there shape themselves into a story. Once when I visited Taiwan, I was fortunate enough to visit the National Palace Museum, with my editor Sherry Wang and translator Lucie Tuan along to play tour guides. A person can’t take in thousands of years of Chinese history in a matter of a few hours, but we did our best. Fortunately, I had some grounding in Asian history and lore already. (I lived for two years in Korea as an LDS missionary, and I then minored in Korean during my university days.)

really just a copse of trees, which was a strange term, since she never seemed to find any bodies in them.

Some men, as they age, grow kinder. I am not one of those, for I have seen how the cosmere can mistreat the innocent—and that leaves me disinclined toward kindness. Some men, as they age, grow wiser. I am not one of those, for wisdom and I have always been at cross-purposes, and I have yet to learn the tongue in which she speaks. Some men, as they age, grow more cynical. I, fortunately, am not one of those. If I were, the very air would warp around me, sucking in all emotion, leaving only scorn.” He tapped the table. “Other men … other men, as they age, merely grow stranger. I fear that I am one of those. I am the bones of a foreign species left drying on the plain that was once, long ago, a sea. A curiosity, perhaps a reminder, that all has not always been as it is now.

People," Shai said, rising to fetch another seal, "by nature attempt to exercise power over what is around them. We build walls to shelter us from the wind, roofs to stop the rain. We tame the elements, bend nature to our wills. It makes us feel as if we're in control. "Except in doing so, we merely replace one influence with another. Instead of the wind affecting us, it is a wall. The fingers of man's influence are all about, touching everything. Man-made rugs, man-made food. Every single thing in the city that we touch, see, feel, experience comes as the result of some person's influence. "We may feel in control, but we never truly are unless we understand people. Controlling our environment is no longer about blocking the wind, it's about knowing why the serving lady was crying last night, or why a particular guard always loses at cards. Or why your employer hired you in the first place.

If you ever encounter another of the Sleepless, tell them you’ve spoken with Arclo. I’m certain it will gain you sympathy.

When one achieves immortality, one must find purpose beyond the struggle to live, as old Axies always said.

Some men, as they age, grow kinder. I am not one of those, for I have seen how the cosmere can mistreat the innocent - and that leaves me disinclined toward kindness.

llamamos Palabras, al menos. Son más bien como ideas. Ideas vivas, ideas con poder. Tienes que dejarlas entrar en tu alma. Tienes que dejarme a mí entrar en tu alma.

Yeah. I’m serious. They pick his nose. Like, he’s got this woman who does his hair, and I peeked in, and I saw her sticking something up his nose. Like little tweezers she used to grab his boogies or something.” Lift shivered. “Being an emperor is real strange.

La pena puede ser una herramienta poderosa. Cada vez que haces sentir algo a alguien, tienes poder sobre él.

True art was more than beauty; it was more than technique. It was not just imitation. It was boldness, it was contrast, it was subtlety. In this book, Gaotona found a rare work to rival that of the greatest painters, sculptors, and poets of any era. It was the greatest work of art he had ever witnessed.

—La gente equivocada puede sacar muchísimo provecho de las cosas que tienen buena pinta —dijo Sagaz—. Créete lo que te dice un tipo demasiado diestro con la mentira: no hay nada que sea más fácil colarle a alguien que la historia que quiere escuchar. Las Pasiones son profundamente ofensivas, si te paras a pensarlo aunque sea un momento. Una vez le di caldo a cucharadas a una niña temblorosa, en un reino que ya no existe. La encontré en un camino que salía de un campo de batalla, después de que sus padres, unos simples campesinos, cayeran masacrados. Su hermano mayor yacía muerto un kilómetro más atrás, de hambre. »¿Crees que ese chico que murió de hambre no quería comer? ¿Crees que sus padres no ansiaban lo suficiente huir de los estragos de la guerra? ¿Crees que, si hubieran tenido más Pasión, el Cosmere los habría salvado? Qué conveniente es pensar que la gente es pobre porque no pone el suficiente empeño en ser rica. Porque no reza lo suficiente. Qué conveniente es atribuirle su propia culpa a quien sufre, en vez de señalar que la vida es injusta y que la cuna importa más que la aptitud. O que la tormentosa Pasión.

—Algunos hombres, al envejecer, se vuelven más amables. Yo no soy de esos, pues he visto cómo puede maltratar el Cosmere al inocente, y eso me predispone en contra de la amabilidad. Algunos hombres, al envejecer, se vuelven más sabios. Yo no soy de esos, pues la sabiduría y yo siempre nos hemos trabado uno a la otra, y aún estoy por aprender la lengua en la que habla. Algunos hombres, al envejecer, se vuelven más cínicos. Yo, por fortuna, no soy de esos. Si lo fuese, el mismo aire se combaría a mi alrededor, absorbiendo toda emoción y dejando solo el desprecio. —Tabaleó en la mesa—. Otros hombres... otros hombres, al envejecer, meramente se vuelven más extraños. Me temo que sí que soy de esos. Soy los huesos de una especie extranjera dejados a secar en el llano que fue, hace mucho, un mar. Soy una curiosidad, quizá un recordatorio, de que no todo ha sido siempre como es ahora.

—Sí —dijo Odium, y sus ojos brillaron dorados—. Habrás muerto. Y me entregarás tu alma. Tú, Dalinar, te unirás a los Fusionados. Te harás inmortal y me servirás en persona. Atado por tus juramentos. Tú serás a quien envíe a las estrellas para servir a mis intereses en el Cosmere.

You think that kid who starved didn't want to eat? You think her parents didn't want to escape the ravages of war badly enough? You think if they'd had more Passion, the cosmere would have saved them? How convenient to believe that people are poor because they didn't care enough about being rich. That they just didn't pray hard enough. So convenient to make suffering their own fault, rather than life being unfair and birth mattering more than aptitude. Or storming Passion.

Y había sucedido justo lo contrario: Venli era quien vivía el destino de su hermana. Venli era quien había acabado junto a Timbre. Venli era quien se había hecho Radiante. Venli era quien había sobrevivido. Esos hechos demostraban que el Cosmere cometía errores.

—Tengo una capacidad infinita —susurró Odium, con la voz quebrada—. Alcanzo a ver hasta los confines del Cosmere. Veo la vida de la gente grande y pequeña. Había pensado que sería maravilloso tener tantísimo que experimentar, pero ahora solo hallo sufrimiento. Capacidad infinita de ver. Capacidad infinita de sentir. Capacidad infinita de sufrir.

—Soy imbécil —afirmó Sagaz. —Sagaz —dijo Dalinar—, ¿estás…? Sagaz se levantó de un salto. —¡Soy tonto de remate! El ejemplo de idiotez más formidable y espectacular a este lado del Cosmere. Tan grandioso que deberían inmortalizarme en una canción. Del tipo que cantan los borrachos antes de vomitar, mezclando el rancio contenido de su estómago envenenado con mi nombre.

The floor is the Physical Realm, where that light pools. The sun is the Spiritual Realm, where it begins. This Realm, the Cognitive Realm, is the space between where that beam stretches.

Que, si deseas algo con la suficiente fuerza, el Cosmere te lo proporcionará.

He’d already killed one god. The second murder was always easier than the first.

—No, Nikli —dijo Rysn—. Él es una. Puedo sentirlo. Es una de las cuatro que decís que nunca deberían reunirse. Aquí estamos. Y estamos juntos. Nikli la miró a ella, y luego otra vez al hombre extraño. —Esto es un secreto —comentó el hombre— que me he esforzado mucho en guardar. —¿La tomaste tú otra vez? —preguntó Nikli con brusquedad, dando un paso hacia él—. ¿Te…? Por eso no la encuentra nadie. Renunciaste a ella, pero luego en algún momento volviste a tomarla y así la ocultaste, porque los signos se descartarían como secuelas remanentes de tu larga posesión original. Y luego… ¿la trajiste aquí, a Roshar? En nombre del Cosmere, ¿por qué cometiste una imprudencia como esa? Hasta tú deberías tener más sentido común.

Uno de los seres más antiguos del Cosmere… y tiene la edad mental de un chico de trece años. —Si ese hombre vuelve por aquí —dijo Baon a la madre de Dyel—, mantened la distancia. No es terriblemente peligroso, pero allí donde aparece salen heridas personas inocentes.

—¿Cinco? —repuso Honor—. No, imposible. Cinco es un número de debilidad. No tiene simetría, no tiene poder. Quizá el cuatro funcionaría. El número de los cuatro aspectos de Adonalsium. O diez, dieciséis… uno. Dalinar tuvo un escalofrío. —¿Uno? —Un Cosmere —dijo Honor—. Una Verdad. Un Adonalsium. Un número de poder y fuerza.

Las cosas tienen el valor que nosotros les concedemos. Y del mismo modo, todo acto puede valer lo que sea que decidamos que vale. Así que, para esos dos, el beso no tuvo precio.

When new information arrives,” Jasnah said, “I change. If I find oppression in the cosmere, I will oppose it.