Books Wind and Truth Wind and Truth Read-Along Discussion: Interludes 3 and 4 Brace yourself for some Big Villain Energy this week… By Paige Vest, Lyndsey Luther, Drew McCaffrey | Published on December 2, 2024 Comment 0 Share New Share Sanderfans! Guess what? Guess what?!!! Wind and Truth releases in FOUR DAYS! No more waiting a whole week for another morsel, another tantalizing cliffhanger, another revelation-packed POV that you absolutely MUST READ! Now’s the time to finally RAFO, baby! But before you get there… Last week we discussed the events of chapter 33 and the end of Day 2. Frustratingly, we didn’t get to see what happened to Navani, Dalinar, Gavinor, Shallan, Renarin, and Rlain, who are all currently missing. Perhaps we’ll find out in Day 3? This week, in our final discussion before our upcoming full-spoiler review of the full novel, we’re diving into a couple of Interludes, featuring El and Odium. I know a lot of people have been waiting for El to show up and he does not disappoint. Oh, and be sure to check out the social media section at the end of the article to see if we spotlighted one of your comments!  Note that this post will possibly (likely) contain full Cosmere spoilers, so beware if you aren’t caught up on all Cosmere content. And please remember, when posting or commenting about these preview chapters on social media, follow your platform’s spoiler rules. Your comments here, however, don’t need to be spoiler-tagged, so feel free to comment as you will down below! Paige’s Summary and Commentary Interlude 3 is El’s interlude. El… We’ve seen a lot of people jonesing for an El POV and, well, here it is! We see El—“who had no title”—approaching the vault at the Kholinar palace. He has no rhythm as he orders the guards to open the vault and they obey. He enters, accompanied by a Regal. El talks with the Regal as he searches the vault and notices how timid the Regal is. Pardon me for posting a snippet from the interlude you just read, but I feel like revisiting the direct quote is warranted here: “It is all right,” El said. “I assume one Fused noticed your passion and put you up for elevation—but since then, others have reprimanded you for standing up for yourself. Now you don’t know the proper way, because society is in shambles and my kind refuse to be proper role models.”The Regal hummed to Craving. A sign of agreement, and wanting more treatment like this. He got that rhythm right.“My kind wear thin, like shoes walked upon for too many miles,” El said softly. “My honor was stripped in part because I warned of the signs. We cannot rule much longer.” “Like shoes walked upon for too many miles,” is how he describes the Fused, and not only is that poetic—in my opinion, it’s very accurate. The Fused are wearing out, they’re either giving into madness or already there. And El knows it. It’s funny that he would admit it to a Regal, and a timid one, at that. Finally El finds what he’s looking for: Jezrien’s prison, the gemstone still attached to the dagger that “killed” Jezrien. The Regal warns him that it’s dangerous but, of course, El knows this. And with no further ado, no grand proclamation, no fanfare, he simply touches an anti-Stormlight gemstone to the tip of the dagger. The anti-Light is pulled out of the gemstone and flows into Jezrien’s prison. There is a tiny explosion, much smaller than the one which killed Navani’s ardents; it’s hardly big enough to crack the gemstone. And just like that, what’s left of Jezrien is gone and he is truly destroyed. Seems so anticlimatic for the leader of the Heralds to just… poof… crack a gemstone and cease to exist. ::sad face:: The Regal is horrified and draws fearspren. Apparently, Jezrien’s soul, or whatever was left of it, was quite a valuable treasure. El tells the Regal that none deserve the punishment of that imprisonment. He mentions how it was thought that the prisons would hold humans but that they don’t work well. So presumably, they’d hold a Fused, yes? El tells the Regal to run to the Nine to tell them what happened. He says it’s their fault for not warning the guards about him. “And perhaps I bear some fault. For being me. Naturally.” El is so… unusual. He has no rhythms, he’s very critical of the other Fused, and he seems to have nothing but disdain for the Nine. As El sits to wait for capture, I’m assuming, he’s visited by none other than the voice of Odium, who asks him what he’s done, questioning this apparent “act of treason by one of the Fused”… It’s an interesting moment as El, ignoring Odium, considers the sound of the voice and realizes that it’s not quite right. He calls Odium out, saying he sees him for what he is, and what he is not. Bold of him to challenge Odium this way, but he knows that the old Odium had hated being challenged. The new Odium, however… He realizes who El is and laments that he hasn’t paid more attention to him. Odium then appears to El and asks for his help in solving a problem as both a test and a necessity. He talks of capturing the world as he peruses the items in the vault, stating that he is confident that he can secure Thaylenah and Shinovar—wait… Shinovar? How is he going to secure Shinovar? There’s no army of singers heading there, is there? This kind of took me off guard as I don’t recall a great deal of the beta read (it was some time ago, you see). So I’m here wondering how and why Odium is to “capture” Shinovar. What do you think of this proclamation, Sanderfans? Odium goes on to say that he thinks his army in Shadesmar is sufficient to take Azimir but that he’s troubled by the Shattered Plains. El notes that he’s sent “great numbers of Fused” to the Shattered Plains and Odium wonders if that’s odd. El does wonder what the value in this relative wasteland, compared to Thaylen City and Azimir. Odium hedges and says that he wants to send even greater numbers to the Shattered Plains, asking El how he would handle that. El says Odium already knows the answer and Odium reflects that “Dai-Gonarthis is dangerous to unleash.” Whosie-whatie? Let’s visit the Coppermind for a moment. And we are greeted with the one death rattle we’ve seen that mentions the Unmade. Maybe Unmade? There’s apparently some doubt but I’m going to go with, yeah, it’s an Unmade. “Let me no longer hurt! Let me no longer weep! Dai-Gonarthis! The Black Fisher holds my sorrow and consumes it!” —Tanatesach 1173, 28 seconds pre-death. A darkeyed female street juggler. Note similarity to sample 1172-89. In Hessi’s Mythica, she mentions that Dai-Gonarthis may have been involved in the scouring of Aimia. Its name is also mentioned along with other Unmade, so my conclusion is that this is, indeed, an Unmade. Odium seems hesitant. “Dai-Gonarthis is dangerous to unleash,” Odium said.“Despite that,” El said, “if you require an Elsegate, she is the sole option—unless you have access to corrupted Elsecallers or a proper Honorblade.”“I have neither yet,” Odium said as he walked back to El. “You have traveled with the Black Fisher before.”“Yes,” he said. “Most of the lands you’d want are still protected from her touch, but Natanatan… Perhaps. You would need a strong source of Investitureon either side. And someone to lead your armies.” So Odium wants El to lead his army headed to the Shattered Plains. And he’s going to unleash a terrible Unmade, one that El has traveled with before. He warns that if El serves him, he may have to kill more of his former friends and El states that annihilation is a mercy, and what they deserve for enslaving his people. Odium instructs El to travel to the Horneater Peaks; he will send Dai-Gonarthis to him there. “Use her… particular talents to take the garrison at the Peaks, and claim the Shattered Plains in my name. I will pay her price another time.” So El needs to go to the well, but he thinks of what Odium has left unsaid, such as why he is interested in the Shattered Plains and how he knows that there will be enough power to Connect them at the well. “Connect…” with a capital C. So does he need to be Connected to Dai-Gonarthis to control her? Just how scary is this Unmade? And Odium will have to pay her a price for her assistance? I don’t know if I’m more frightened of her or Ba-ado-Mishram at this point. Before Odium departs, El mentions that the Nine won’t be happy with this situation, with El working for Odium. Odium then states that the Nine will report to El. El has a request: If he helps Odium claim the world, can he can rule the human lands? Odium replies that he will grant that wish. El is fascinated at the turn the day has taken and feels enraptured at how he thinks the Nine will react. I don’t know about you, Sanderfans, but an enraptured El is mighty scary. Whew… what an interlude! I absolutely want to hear your all thoughts on this scene… but not yet. First, we have to see what Odium gets up to after this scene… Interlude 4 is, of course, focused on Odium; it’s titled “The Wrong Lesson” and is rather brief. We see Taravangian strolling through Kholinar, unseen, and he is torn… teetering back and forth between options, trying to decide what to do. He could take his singers to Jah Kaved and just let them exist there. He reasons that he doesn’t have to bring order to the whole cosmere, does he? Then he decides that yes, he does. He wonders if his dual nature is why Cultivation had chosen him to take up the shard of Odium, if the divide within him is why she gave him this curse and boon. To create a person who could legitimately Connect to the power of Odium and take it, but one who would then be made impotent by the two warring sides within. I don’t think he’ll be impotent and unable to act, in the end. I think the rage he speaks of, the sheer emotion that is Odium will win out over whatever humanity Taravangian has left. Which isn’t much, in my opinion. No matter how much he cared about people on his “stupid” days before ascending, that capacity for caring isn’t enough to overcome the emotions of the Shard. Then Cultivation appears, standing beside him. She asks if he would like to see what she can show him and he has to calm his rage before he nods. They gaze upward and she shows him each Shard and how she thought it should be, each Shard “governing their own lands.” And ideally, that’s how it should be, right? I mean, it makes sense. She tells Taravangian that there doesn’t have to be one god and implores him to let them be. But Taravangian sees something different; he sees that gods can be afraid… of him. He realizes that the power of Odium as wielded by his predecessor had killed several of them, and believes that he himself can do better. Cultivation tells him not to learn the wrong lesson and she shows him gods who have turned away from him, content to let his danger stay trapped, happy to leave all three gods of Roshar to themselves and their own conflict. And really, Sanderfans, why should it be any different? The other Shards have their own concerns to tend to, their own worlds and their own peoples. Why should they care for what’s happening on Roshar, since Odium is trapped. But will he remain trapped? That’s the whole purpose of this book, yes? To find that out? But Tarvangian—Odium—doesn’t see things that way. He sees these other gods as being isolated and thus easily defeated. He thinks that they will regret ignoring him. He hides those thoughts from Cultivation, though, and takes a moment to wonder why two Shards are missing, hidden. One, he understands why, but he wonders where Valor had gone and how she could hide from him. I know the very cosmere-aware theorists will have fun with that detail! Be sure to check out Drew’s commentary below! Back on the ground in Kholinar, Cultivation tells Taravangian that he worries her. You think? “If I can admit it, you always worried me. I knew what I had to do, but I wish it could have been any other.” Then why didn’t you choose another? ::crying:: She adds that there is a solid chance that he will do what is right. And he agrees, telling her he will do what is right. She admonishes him not to be smug, and that a part of him knows his path is a terrible one. He feels that, the part of him that loves his family and grieved when he had to manipulate Dalinar, that part of him feels that… He tells her that he will try. But he is still a god divided and wonders what would happen if he let each side rule in turn. Yikes, I don’t know about that. Just feels chaotic to me, though Taravangian and Odium are nothing if not chaotic. So what did you think about our interludes, Sanderfans? Will Sigzil have any hope of facing down armies led by El with a terrifying Unmade on a leash? How? He’s already outnumbered and outclassed, with hordes of Fused and a freaking Thunderclast on their way to the Shattered Plains. Further, why does Odium want the Shattered Plains so badly? What’s there, in Narak, that he wants, and doesn’t know why he wants it? Lyndsey’s Commentary Interlude 3: El’s chapter arch icons are Jezrien (Jezerezeh) and Nalan (Nale), Herald of Kings and Herald of Justice, respectively. Jezrien’s presence is pretty obvious; he’s permanently destroyed in this interlude. As for Nale…? Well, I suspect that Nale is here due to his attribute as “Judge.” El is acting as judge, jury, and executioner in this interlude, much as Nale often does. All four of Interlude 4’s arch icons are taken up by Vedeledev (Vedel), the patron of the Edgedancers. Her attributes are Loving/ Healing and her role is Healer. This is a very interesting choice. My theory is that she’s here because Cultivation is prominent in this chapter, attempting to influence Odium towards a more compassionate and loving stance. El Let’s begin with a reminder as to who, exactly, El is: he is a Fused who cannot use rhythms. They were stripped from him as punishment for the crime of admiring humans and wanting to unite humans and Singers. He’s also the one who permanently killed Lezian (the Pursuer), and held the name Vyre before the traitor Moash claimed it. In this interlude, we’re treated to an utterly fascinating glimpse into his mind. He’s self-confident, perhaps to the point of arrogance. He believes that he knows better than his superiors; however, maybe he does. He notes that the intelligence and sanity of the Fused are wearing thin after so many rebirths, which is a valid observation. And he does seem to possess an acuity and empathy that the others lack. He destroys Jezrien, a former friend, not out of anger or to further some plot, but out of sympathy: A former friend shouldn’t remain trapped within a gemstone, their soul slowly degrading. And he realizes almost immediately that Odium has a new vessel, and plays that knowledge to his advantage. He’s going to be a terrifyingly effective villain, and I’m excited to see what becomes of him. Odium Odium’s part in both of these interludes is equally fascinating. He’s got some pretty major plans in motion, clearly, and plays a verbal chess match with El regarding said plans and his motivations. He never really answers the question about why he wants to take the Shattered Plains so badly, but he does slip a bit when El interrupts him. Taravangian’s losing a bit of himself to Odium, but I doubt it will be enough to inhibit his plans for world (and universal) domination. He’s also capable of some real arrogance; but that’s nothing new. Taravangian has always believed himself to be wiser and kinder than everyone else (depending on which side of the empathic coin he’s on), and godhood has only elevated the inclinations that were already there. His desire to dominate in order to bring order is very “Type A” personality; he doesn’t delegate power well or easily. He believes that HE is the only one who can do things right, and finds it hard to trust others to do anything in his stead. But then… at the end of the second interlude, we do get this one moment of true compassion. Is it possible that this new Odium (Toadium is my personal preference for nickname) could not be the villain we’ve assumed him to be? Can he be redeemed? Turned back to the light side of the Force, as it were? Only time will tell, and time is ticking. Wind and Truth will be released on December 6th, only four days from now. Are you ready to experience the conclusion of the first half of the Stormlight Archive? Questions will be answered, battles fought, lives lost and won, and we’re along for the ride of the century. Hold on tight, my Cosmere Chickens… because you’ve got one storming heck of a ride ahead of you. A quick note: If you’re attending Dragonsteel Nexus, follow me on social media (Facebook, Bluesky, and Tiktok are the ones I primarily use) to hunt me down for a special Cosmere Chicken badge ribbon! I’ll have a few other fun ones as well, and my own books to sell on Friday in the Exhibitor’s Hall. I love to chat about the Cosmere and am a huge extrovert, so please feel free to visit! I’d love to see you. Drew’s Commentary: Invested Arts & Theories It’s our last set of interludes before the release of Wind and Truth, and Brandon’s given us some intriguing information to chew on over the next couple of days. We kick things off with none other than El! El has to be one of the most inscrutable characters in all of The Stormlight Archive. Between his ominous “musings” over the Final Ten Days and the one scene at the end of Rhythm of War, he is being set up as a truly intimidating new presence among the Fused. He has no title, no rhythms, but a fearsome reputation even among the named Fused we met in Oathbringer and Rhythm of War. Not to mention the crazy metal implants he wears instead of carapace. And now here we see him casually strolling about, ignoring the rules and laws set down by Odium and the Nine, and blithely finishing off what remained of Jezrien like it’s any normal Tuesday afternoon. Oh, and he has a calm chat with Vargodium immediately after, which is what brings us to the really juicy new info: “Dai-Gonarthis is dangerous to unleash,” Odium said.” Enter the Black Fisher! One of the most mysterious of the Unmade—so mysterious, in fact, that historians on Roshar weren’t even certain she was among their number. And she can create Elsegates! She apparently comes at a steep price, though it seems El is willing to roll the dice. You would need a strong source of Investiture on either side. This is curious as well. Odium’s interest in the Shattered Plains is far more intense than we might expect, as El rightly points out. This isn’t the “reasonable” explanation given of forces being too far away or Odium being confident enough in his other plans. There is a great deal of focus being put on the Shattered Plains, and now we have the implication that Odium has access to a lot of Investiture there—since we know that Dai-Gonarthis is going to be starting this Elsegate at the Horneater Peaks, presumably using Cultivation’s shardpool up there. (Hmmm, I wonder what Rock is up to these days? Anyway…) “No titles. Please.” El doesn’t even want a title. I get the feeling that he enjoys being the odd one out, and likes how it puts the other Fused off-balance. And now he’s been given command of the vast majority of the Fused as they’re sent to do Odium’s bidding on the Shattered Plains. That could make for some internal strife. Next, we have a doozy of a Vargodium POV, rounding out the preview chapters. She led him to gaze upward, toward stars only they could number. He stood rooted on Roshar—he could not visit these places, but he could see them. With her help, he was given a new perspective on how she thought it should be, each Shard in their realm of influence, governing their own lands. And: He instead was most curious about the fact that two of the Shards appeared to be missing, completely vanished from interacting with the others. One he understood with some effort. But Valor—where had Valor gone, and how did she hide from even his eyes? Hoo boy. There is a heaping mountain of Cosmere and Shardic geopolitics just dumped on us right here. We’ve known for a while now about the Shardic agreement to leave each other alone (and know that many of them immediately ignored that agreement, heading off to either settle together, as on Sel and Roshar, or even creating new worlds and life, as with Preservation and Ruin on Scadrial). But the stubborn insistence on leaving Odium stuck on Roshar with Cultivation and Honor, and then ignoring the conflict there, seems to be setting up Vargodium for an extremely dangerous future in the Cosmere. He’s smarter than Rayse, craftier, and less influenced by the Intent of his Shard. I get the impression that most of the original Sixteen are more or less crippled by inertia at this point, simply going along with their individual Intents and happy to leave the problems to others. Then there are the two mysteries. Valor, totally missing from even Shardic awareness. And this unnamed Shard, which Odium found “with some effort.” Which one of these is the infamous “Survival Shard,” which Brandon has mentioned and been questioned about at length over the years? Valor is of special note here as well, since she was mentioned in the letters in Rhythm of War. You’d think that their Intent would be more inclined to help deal with the problem of Odium—in fact, hiding like this seems almost diametrically opposed to the Intent. There’s a bigger story here, and I wonder if this isn’t going to be something Brandon ends up writing a Secret Projectabout. What are your thoughts on Valor? Is she the Survival Shard, or is it this other, unnamed Shard? That’s a wrap for our preview chapters. It’s going to be a blast seeing all the crazy theories that come out of the rest of this book, some of which we’ll discussing in our upcoming review and digging into as the Wind and Truth reread continues in January. Also, like Lyn, I’ll be at Dragonsteel Nexus later this week! Swing by booth 221 to say hi, and chat theories! Fan Theories Over on Reactor, John says: Bondsmiths? Trapped in the Spiritual Realm. Kaladin? In Shinovar. Adolin? Extra angsty. Shallan? Fighting her inner and outer conflicts. Oh yeah, it’s all coming together (for an Odium Victory). Is that where you all fall, Sanderfans? Are you expecting an Odium victory? Also on Reactor, Fabius Varro says: Dalinar and Navani can afford to be lost for a few days and Dalinar can prepare himself inside the Spiritual Realm. But only Lord knows how Wit will intervene into this fight. I’m kinda disappointed he didn’t take the Ghostbloods threat seriously. Isilel has this to say: So much to unpack. So, the long-standing theories about the roots of stone veneration by the Shin are wrong. It has nothing to do with the humans promising to stay in Shinovar. Too bad that we likely won’t see the scene of their arrival on Roshar now.Speaking of which—what in cosmere are Mraize and Iyatil thinking?! Will this explosion somehow transfer all those present on both sides into Spiritual Realm? Because otherwise they have just closed their only path in there, as well as doomed the Coalition.Lift’s presence must be important somehow—either she’ll be swept into Spiritual Realm too and do something there, or she will be instrumental in dragging the others out of it. Over on Reddit, adjason ponders Odium’s champion… Jasnah Kal and szeth paper scissors rock as Honors champion …and Loud_Cheesecake5145 also ponders Lift’s and Gav’s situation: Hear me out, just a quick theory. Since Gav and Lift are in the room the same time the perpendicularity explodes and probably gets pulled into the Spiritual Realm, likely that Lift might actually age and her purpose will become to take care of Gav, right? Anyhow what if Ba-Ado-Mishram bonds with Gav?! And thus we have another question: can an Unmade bond with a host? They are spren. But we’ve seen nothing so far that suggests this might be a thing. Does anyone have any insight? Loud_Cheesecake5145 goes on to provide another Gav theory: There’s another theory down here that Gav ages in the spiritual realm, becomes angry at Dalinar and becomes Odium’s champion. Which I think is a good one because my issue with the Gav Odium champion theory was the age (would be weird to make an 8 year old a champion). BornUnderaBlackSun has this thought… I feel like I’m taking crazy pills. Dalinar is the worst possible choice to become Honor. If he gets the shard and still loses then Todium gets a shard who can leave the system and has to do his bidding …and boleslaws answers with: Maybe in the end, Dalinar will manage to combine the shards of Honour and Odium, becoming War, just like Harmony in the Mistborn Very interesting thoughts to close out our last discussion article before Friday, Sanderfans. We’ll try to visit the comments here and the socials to see what you think about these interludes! Thus ends our preview chapter discussion articles! We’ll be back with a full-spoiler review/discussion of the book very soon, then we’ll be taking the rest of December off to enjoy the holidays (and let you fine people catch up on the rest of this very, very long book)! Then we’ll be back in January to pick up right where we left of and begin the reread with Day 3. We hope you enjoy the book, and we’ll see you soon for more discussion and theory-swapping![end-mark] The post <i>Wind and Truth</i> Read-Along Discussion: Interludes 3 and 4 appeared first on Reactor.

Excerpts Wind and Truth Read Wind and Truth by Brandon Sanderson: Interludes 3 and 4 Read new chapters from the new Stormlight Archive book every Monday, leading up to its release on December 6th By Brandon Sanderson | Published on December 2, 2024 Comment 1 Share New Share Brandon Sanderson’s epic Stormlight Archive fantasy series will continue with Wind and Truth, the concluding volume of the first major arc of this ten-book series. A defining pillar of Sanderson’s “Cosmere” fantasy book universe, this newest installment of The Stormlight Archive promises huge developments for the world of Roshar, the struggles of the Knights Radiant (and friends!), and for the Cosmere at large. Reactor serialized the new book until its release date on December 6, 2024. A new installment went live every Monday at 11 AM ET, along with read-along commentary from Stormlight beta readers and Cosmere experts Lyndsey Luther, Drew McCaffrey, and Paige Vest. You can find every chapter and commentary post in the Wind and Truth index. We’re thrilled to also include chapters from the audiobook edition of Wind and Truth, read by Michael Kramer and Kate Reading. Click here to jump straight to the audio excerpt! Note: Title art is not final and will be updated as soon as the final cover is revealed. Interlude 3: El El, who had no title, stepped up to the Kholinar palace vault. Four Regal singers had been placed there as guards—a position of honor. Hopefully they would not fall too far after this. “You will open the vault for me,” El said to no rhythm. They didn’t question. That pleased him, as he never liked to kill mortals who served well. Their emotions did them credit. Still, he’d assumed they would know not to obey orders from him. He’d thought the Nine would have made that clear the moment he was reborn, but they were distracted with their war. So, unwitting, the four Regals hummed to Subservience, unlocked the doors, and opened them for him, bowing. When he entered, their leader—an envoyform—hurried in after. “I am to accompany all who enter, great one,” the Regal said, bowing again. “Pardon my intrusion.” “What is your name?” El asked. “Heshual,” the Regal said. “One of our names,” El said, strolling through the small chamber—which someone had begun to line with aluminum sheets. “What was your name before?” “It was… Govi, great one.” “Do you miss your old name?” “No?” the Regal said. “So timid,” El said to no rhythm. “You were passionate enough to become a Regal in this Return?” “I…” Heshual hummed to Tribute, which was a ridiculous rhythm to use for this exchange. El picked through the room, ignoring stores of gemstones, seeking a specific item. He stoked his annoyance, cherished it as all emotions should be. He did not channel it at this Regal, however, for El understood the reason for the timidity. “It is all right,” El said. “I assume one Fused noticed your passion and put you up for elevation—but since then, others have reprimanded you for standing up for yourself. Now you don’t know the proper way, because society is in shambles and my kind refuse to be proper role models.” The Regal hummed to Craving. A sign of agreement, and wanting more treatment like this. He got that rhythm right. “My kind wear thin, like shoes walked upon for too many miles,” El said softly. “My honor was stripped in part because I warned of the signs. We cannot rule much longer.” He found what he was seeking at last, on a shelf near the back of the vault: a specific gemstone, still attached to its dagger. Jezrien’s prison. El took it off the shelf, reverent. “Be careful, great one,” the Regal said. “That is a dangerous weapon.” “Oh, I know,” El said, taking one of the new anti-Stormlight gemstones from his pocket. He lifted it up, appreciating Raboniel’s handiwork. Then he touched it to the tip of the dagger, which pulled the anti-Light out and sent it into the gemstone prison. “Great one!” the Regal said. “That will… That…” El held up the gemstone, where a Herald’s soul had been trapped. It flashed as anti-Light met Light, and Jezrien was at long last destroyed. Not much of an explosion; barely enough to crack the gemstone. There hadn’t been much of Jezrien left. Now even that was gone. Forever. “Goodbye, old friend,” El whispered to no rhythm. Then he looked at the Regal, who gaped at him, horrified, fearspren appearing at his feet. “That imprisonment,” El said, tossing the dagger away, “is a punishment none deserve. We shame ourselves by trapping, instead of destroying, a Herald.” He held up his anti-Light gemstone, still almost full. “Yes, you were already nearly gone, weren’t you, old friend? The prisons don’t work on humans as well as was thought…” The poor Regal was cycling through rhythms like a person beset with madness. The soul of a trapped Herald had been by far the most valuable thing in the vault. “You should run to the Nine right now,” El suggested. “If you are quick, they might not punish you. The fault is theirs for not warning you about me. And perhaps I bear some fault. For being me. Naturally.” The Regal scrambled away, calling for the other three to watch El and not let him leave. Fortunately for them, he had no wish to depart. He settled down on a bench at the side of the chamber, wondering at the way many had changed names. Was that a glorious recovery of their ancient roots? Or a betrayal of the culture they’d possessed in the absence of the ancients? Before more guards arrived, he felt a presence overshadow him. Odium. What have you done, servant? the familiar voice said, vibrating El through his gemheart. An act of treason by one of the Fused? El did not reply. He considered that voice. It was almost right. Well? Odium said. “I see you,” El replied softly with no rhythm. “I know you for what you are. And what you are not.” The old Odium had come to hate being challenged. Perhaps that was why the Fused were so erratic—after thousands of years trapped on Braize, unable to fulfill his plans, their god had become erratic first. The new Odium pondered. Who are you? Ah… I see. Yes, curious. I had not paid enough attention to you, El. “Do you have his memories, then?” El asked. I can view them if I desire, though I do not see why you would name Jezrien a friend, yet destroy his spirit. “In all your divine wisdom,” El said, “you cannot imagine a situation where a friend deserves to die?” The new Odium laughed. A legitimately joyful-sounding chuckle. Curious. In a blink, he appeared beside El and waved a hand, slamming the vault door to lock out approaching guards. This Odium was human, elderly, and did not care to make himself larger than El to intimidate him. That was more than curious. That was impressive. “I have a problem,” Odium said. “Would you help me solve it?” “As a test?” El asked. “Or a legitimate need?” “Let it be both,” Odium said, strolling through the vault, studying objects one at a time. He wore the enveloping clothing many humans preferred—covering most of the body, never letting skin or carapace through. A way to display the ornamentation of skilled labor. “I would hum to Subservience,” El said, “if I had rhythms still.” “I will accept that,” Odium said. “I have a plan to capture the entire world, and am confident in my ability to secure Thaylenah and Shinovar. As for Azir, my predecessor left an army that had been heading toward Lasting Integrity, which I was able to turn. It lacks Fused, and now lacks surprise, but I think it should be sufficient to claim Azimir. But the Shattered Plains trouble me.” “I believe,” El said, “you have sent great numbers of Fused to the location.” “Is that odd of me?” Odium asked, pausing beside a stack of gemstones, each large as a fist, on a shelf. “I have been told,” El said, “that the term to use with a divinity is not ‘odd,’ but ‘inscrutable.’ ” Odium smiled again. He tapped each gemstone in turn, and they glowed with Voidlight—soft purple-on-black. “If you have sent so many Fused,” El continued, “and continue to worry—then I’d ask what is so important about a wasteland. Thaylenah is a trading hub, important for controlling the seas. Azir is the seat of an empire, and of great cultural and scientific development in this era. Both greater prizes. Both facing lesser armies. “One might guess this is about proximity. For example, getting those Fused to Azimir in time might be impossible. And you are confident in your plan for Thaylenah. So a reasonable person might assume that you sent the Fused to the only remaining location of note.” “Are you reasonable, El?” “Rarely.” Once again Odium smiled. “I would like to bring further forces to support the Shattered Plains. How would you do this?” “How much of a cost am I to assume I’d be willing to pay?” “A steep one.” “Then you already know the answer,” El said. “As the solution is a part of you.” “Dai-Gonarthis is dangerous to unleash,” Odium said. “Despite that,” El said, “if you require an Elsegate, she is the sole option—unless you have access to corrupted Elsecallers or a proper Honorblade.” “I have neither yet,” Odium said as he walked back to El. “You have traveled with the Black Fisher before.” “Yes,” he said. “Most of the lands you’d want are still protected from her touch, but Natanatan… Perhaps. You would need a strong source of Investiture on either side. And someone to lead your armies.” Odium studied him. “I see you, El, for what you are not. And for what you are.” El bowed his head. “If you serve me,” Odium said, “you may need to kill more of your… former friends.” “My friends had their chance. When left on this world, they enslaved my people. The Heralds deserve annihilation. It is… a mercy.” Odium nodded. “I dub you—” “No titles. Please.” Odium hesitated, and El saw danger in his expression. So, he was not immune to the rage, and being cut off by someone much lesser crossed a line. A worthy experiment. “Very well,” Odium said. “I name you ruler, with no title. You will take leadership of my armies to assault the Shattered Plains. Travel to the Peaks via shanay-im, and I shall send Dai-Gonarthis to you. Use her… particular talents to take the garrison at the Peaks, and claim the Shattered Plains in my name. I will pay her price another time.” This left many things unsaid. Why Odium was so interested in the Shattered Plains. How he knew that there would be enough power to Connect them to the well at the Horneater Peaks. The solution to both unsaid questions was likely the same. El again bowed his head. “The Nine will not care for my elevation.” “And what are your thoughts on the Nine?” “I think of them little, and when I do, I think little of them. Master.” “Then they report to you, El. Help me claim this world.” “If I do, can I rule human lands for you?” “If that is your wish, I will grant it.” Excellent. El bowed. “I will not fail, lest I be destroyed.” “El, I do not throw people away for failure, unless it came about by their negligence. Adopt this policy. Even in failure, it is often not the tool, but the wielder, who is at fault.” The god began to fade, evaporating to dark mist. His voice lingered. “We have much work to do. Not just on one world, but many.” Fascinating. El had walked in here expecting imprisonment, probably execution and forced rebirth. Instead it seemed he was leaving with an army, a promise, and a new god who might at last be able to conquer the entire cosmere. What an enchanting day. In his head, he began to compose a poem to celebrate this new god he was delighted to worship. Someone who, he suspected, would know the value of what he had—and would let El help humankind finally realize their true passions. He put Jezrien’s former prison back on the shelf, then tossed his anti-Stormlight gemstone into the air and caught it again while walking to the doorway, enraptured at the thought of how the Nine would react. Interlude 4: The Wrong Lesson Taravangian could save them. All of them. He strode, unseen, through Kholinar, now capital of a growing singer civilization. He could see this whole land, and knew its new leaders were not perfect. In that, they were no worse or better than the humans; while many of their policies were more egalitarian, this was also a people who had been enslaved. He felt their complicated emotions, both wanting to be better than their slavers and being enraged at what had been done to them, sometimes lashing out. That rage was his greatest resource. With it, he would bring order to the entire cosmere. He held his hands to the sides, feeling the rhythms of the crowds who passed him, unable to see their god. He was still the one divided: a mind that wanted to plan, a heart that fought against that calculating coldness. Right now, the heart wanted to simply accept peace. But it could not abandon Alethkar, not after all the work these singers had done to claim it and build a home. It was theirs. They deserved it. That was the logic speaking. People were in pain. He could retreat his singers to Jah Keved, and there be content. Jah Keved had basically no armies. How would he bring order to the cosmere without armies? Did he have to? Yes. He did. Back and forth, back and forth. He partially wondered if this was the reason Cultivation had positioned him to be elevated—in giving him his curse and boon for so long. To create a person who could legitimately Connect to the power of Odium and take it, but one who would then be made impotent by the two warring sides within. He thought of her, and she appeared. Cultivation had not given up on him, and would not do so easily. Together they stood in the center of a major thoroughfare—palanquins lumbering past, laborers hurrying by in clumps, tradesmen shouting out wares. Human and singer living together in a delicate balance. Uncertain, like the one inside him. “Would you like to see?” she said. “What I can show you?” He calmed his rage at her. Wisdom dictated that if she wished to give him something, he should at least witness it. He nodded. She led him to gaze upward, toward stars only they could number. He stood rooted on Roshar—he could not visit these places, but he could see them. With her help, he was given a new perspective on how she thought it should be, each Shard in their realm of influence, governing their own lands. “It does not have to be one god,” she said. “One solution will never work for all. That was part of why we had to do what we did, ten thousand years ago. Let them be, Odium.” He saw something different from what she wanted him to see. He saw that gods could indeed be afraid. Of him. The power of Odium, with his predecessor, had killed several of them. That version of him had been too brazen, and had left itself wounded in a clash. Taravangian could certainly do better. “Taravangian,” she said, “do not learn the wrong lesson. See.” He saw. Gods who turned away from him, content to let the danger stay trapped. Interestingly, they considered all three of the gods of Roshar to be a problem, and were happy to leave them to their conflict. This was perfect. Isolated as the others were, he could watch and prepare exactingly how to defeat each one. Only one of them held two Shards of power, but that one was unable to function properly. Odium’s predecessor had never taken a second Shard of power for that reason. These can be defeated, he thought, seeing the permutations of possibility. They will regret ignoring me. He kept his thoughts from Cultivation as she tried showing him peaceful nations on many planets. He instead was most curious about the fact that two of the Shards appeared to be missing, completely vanished from interacting with the others. Hidden. One he understood with some effort. But Valor—where had Valor gone, and how did she hide from even his eyes? The tour over, he and Cultivation pulled their focuses back down to Roshar. The greater cosmere was a part of Taravangian’s ultimate plans, and had to be. But for now, this people here—this world—had to be his everything. “You worry me, Taravangian,” Cultivation said as they stood unseen among the people of Kholinar. “If I can admit it, you always worried me. I knew what I had to do, but I wish it could have been any other.” “If there were not something to fear about the person you chose,” he said, “then they could not have taken up Odium.” “There is a chance, a solid one,” she said, “that you will do what is right. I would not have taken this step otherwise.” “You are correct,” he agreed. “I will do what is right.” “Do not be so smug,” she replied. “A part of you knows this path you’ve started on is a terrible one. Listen to that part of you. Give it a chance.” And… Despite himself, he did feel it. It was the part of Taravangian that loved his daughter and grandchildren. The part of him that had grieved when forced to manipulate Dalinar while trying to break up the coalition. It was the part of Taravangian that remembered being young, uncertain, dull—yearning to do more to help his people. That was the Taravangian who had been given the chance to have anything he wanted, and had wished for the capacity to stop the coming calamity. In a moment, Taravangian felt as if… as if he were that same man he’d been long ago. “Very well,” he said, turning from her. Not in shame—he would not accept that emotion now—but in… compromise. “I will try.” He was a god divided. What if he let each side rule in turn? 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During the late 1980s and early 1990s, Belgium became a hotspot for UFO sightings, with reports of triangular-shaped crafts dominating headlines. Among the most iconic images from this period is a photograph taken in 1990 by mechanic Patrick Marechal, reportedly capturing a triangular UFO with three red lights. Widely circulated and analyzed, it was considered one of the most compelling UFO images of its time—until controversy unraveled its authenticity. The image, captured in Petit-Rechain near Liège, was initially lauded by UFO researchers. Marechal, using a Kodak Ektachrome camera, claimed to have taken two photos, though only one turned out. Analyses by experts, including Professor Marc Acheroy of the Royal Military School in Brussels, suggested the object was real and solid, photographed in flight. However, skeptics raised doubts, citing the possibility of a secret aircraft project or photographic manipulation. In 2011, Marechal admitted he fabricated the photograph using a Styrofoam model and flashlights. Demonstrating how he created the image, Marechal emphasized the ease with which convincing evidence could be staged. Yet, the story took another twist in 2024. Roger Stankovic, MUFON’s national director for Australia and New Zealand, shared screenshots of a conversation with Marechal. According to Stankovic, Marechal claimed he was paid to declare the photo a hoax to coincide with the release of journalist Leslie Kean’s book, which featured the image. Stankovic further alleged Marechal confirmed the photograph’s legitimacy. The debate reignited when journalist Steven Greenstreet criticized the image’s use in UFO discussions. Just weeks after being caught red-handed promoting a fake UFO photo (and claiming false things about it), Lue Elizondo is now promoting another fake UFO photo on his ?for-profit ?speaking tour. In 2011, the creator of the photo admitted it's a hoax. pic.twitter.com/QE48f9i9db — Steven Greenstreet ? (@MiddleOfMayhem) November 20, 2024 “The photo was debunked in 2011 by photographer Patrick Marechal. He did this to coincide with the publication of Leslie Kean’s book, which had a chapter and the photo in his book. I contacted him in 2022, when he told me he was paid a large sum of money to debunk the photo.” Stankovic countered, asserting the photograph was real and that Marechal’s confession was orchestrated. My communications with Patrick Marechal, the photographer of the Belgian Triangle UFO in 1990. He is using Google translate from French to English making a little hard to follow however, he clearly is stating that the photo is real, and he was paid to debunk it pic.twitter.com/GccWHVtziD — Roger Stankovic (@RogerStankovic) December 1, 2024 The post Author Of Famous ‘Belgian UFO’ Photo Says He Was Paid To Call It A Hoax appeared first on Anomalien.com.