War was a masculine art, but when you started attacking women, you’d stopped engaging in war. You deserved… — Brandon Sanderson

I name you idiot for playing with powers you only presume to understand.

“Must be nice,” Adolin said, patting the horse, “to not have to worry about things like politics or relationships.”

The horse snorted in a way that Adolin thought was distinctly dismissive. Well, perhaps there was more to complicate a horse’s life than a man could ever see.

I’m not using a key at all. I’m breaking the lock.