Roshar

The love of men is a frigid thing, a mountain stream only three steps from the ice. We are his. Oh Stormfather.. we are his. It is but a thousand days, and the Everstorm comes.

- Collected on the first day of the week Palah of the month Shash of the year 1171, thirty-one seconds before death. Subject was a darkeyed pregnant woman of middle years. The child did not survive.