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“She would risk it although she didn’t know the outcome because it was something worth being brave for.”

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“Nothing is certain. Many ways lead to destruction. You will be tested beyond your capacity to endure. Should you survive the trials ahead, you will be a husband without a wife, a father without a son, a hero without a quest, and a king without a country. But take heart. Some must lose the way to find it. Some must be empty before they are full, weak before they are strong, and blind before they can see.”

“The beginning of this year has alerted me to a brand new phenomenon. That the definition/the image, of fear, has changed! It used to be that when one stood up to face the demon and look it in the eye for what it is-- this was once upon a time called courage. To stand in darkness and look at it, this was called courage. But in recent times, evidently this has changed. Today, when we stand and look at a demon in its face, and fight it, we are the fearful ones. We fight because we are fearful. Only the courageous can ignore. Why have the acts of indifference, omition and evasion, now become the new definition of courage? There is no bravery in the act of looking the other way, to cover one's eyes in order not to see what is. There is bravery in the act of uncovering one's eyes, looking at what is, gazing into the eyes of demons. Look and see, what has become of our world, what has become of us. Do not be afraid to rise, to conquer.”

“Soldiers dropped their weapons and fled. Others remained, frozen with terror. Sazed stood at their back, between the horrified soldiers and the mass of skaa. I am not a warrior, he thought, hands shaking as he stared at the monsters. It had been difficult enough to stay calm inside their camp. Watching them scream—their massive swords out, their skin ripped and bloodied as they fell upon the human soldiers—Sazed felt his courage begin to fail. But if I don’t do something, nobody will. He tapped pewter. His muscles grew. He drew deeply upon his steelmind as he dashed forward, taking more strength than he ever had before. He had spent years storing up strength, rarely finding occasion to use it, and now he tapped that reserve. His body changed, weak scholar’s arms transforming into massive, bulky limbs. His chest widened, bulging, and his muscles grew taut with power. Days spent fragile and frail focused on this single moment. He shoved his way through the ranks of soldiers, pulling his robe over his head as it grew too restrictive, leaving himself wearing only a vestigial loincloth. The lead koloss turned to find himself facing a creature nearly his own size. Despite its rage, despite its inhumanness, the beast froze, surprise showing in its beady red eyes. Sazed punched the monster. He hadn’t practiced for war, and knew next to nothing about combat. Yet, at that moment, his lack of skill didn’t matter. The creature’s face folded around his fist, its skull cracking. Sazed turned on thick legs, looking back at the startled soldiers. Say something brave! he told himself. “Fight!” Sazed bellowed, surprised at the sudden deepness and strength of his voice. And, startlingly, they did.”