Oddly, on occassion, I sense a peacefulness within. You would think that after all I have seen - after all I have suffered - my soul would be a twisted jumble of stress, confusion, and melancholy. Often, it’s just that.
But then, there is the peace.
I feel it sometimes, as I do now, staring out over the frozen cliffs and glass mountains in the still of morning, watching a sunrise that is so majestic that I know that none shall ever be its match.
Brandon Sanderson, The Final Empire
