Roshar is a world of stone and storms. Uncanny tempests of incredible power sweep across the rocky terrain so frequently that they have shaped ecology and civilization alike. Animals hide in shells, trees pull in branches, and grass retracts into the soiless ground. Cities are built only where the topography offers shelter.
It has been centuries since the fall of the ten consecrated orders known as the Knights Radiant, but their Shardblades and Shardplate remain: mystical swords and suits of armor that transform ordinary men into near-invincible warriors. Men trade kingdoms for Shardblades. Wars were fought for them, and won by them.
One such war rages on a ruined landscape called the Shattered Plains. There, Kaladin, who traded his medical apprenticeship for a spear to protect his little brother, has been reduced to slavery. In a war that makes no sense, where ten armies fight separately against a single foe, he struggles to save his men and to fathom the leaders who consider them expendable.
I hold Brandon Sanderson in high regard even since I read Elantris back in 2008. Since reading Mistborn trilogy last year, I’ve became a great fan of his work, so when The Way of Kings finally appeared on polish bookshelves, I’ve bought this book without a second thought.
I was blown away once again by the world created by Sanderson. I’ve become attached to his character within one chapter and I was every time I had to put the book down to do something else. So far I enjoyed Kaladin’s story the most and sometimes I had tears in my eyes, because of the thing he went through. I’m very intrigued by Szeth and I can’t wait to find more about him.
The cliffhanger at the end was cruel and I don’t know how I will be able to wait for book 2. Well, maybe this time I won’t wait for polish translation!