" There are four whom we watch. The first is the surgeon, forced to put aside healing to become a soldier in the most brutal war of our time. The second is the assassin, a murderer who weeps as he kills. The third is the liar, a young woman who wears a scholar's mantle over the heart of a thief. The last is the highprince, a warlord whose eyes have opened to the past as his thirst for battle wanes. The world can change. Surgebinding and Shardwielding can return; the magics of ancient days can become ours again. These four people are key. One of them may redeem us. And one of them will destroy us."

" The Knights Radiant must stand again. The ancient oaths have at last been spoken; the spren return. Men seek that which was lost. I fear the struggle will destroy them. The Windrunner, lost in a shattered land, balanced upon the boundary between vengeance and honor. The Lightweaver, slowly being consumed by her past, searching for the lie that she must become. The Bondsmith, born in blood and death, striving to rebuild what was destroyed. The Explorer, straddling the fates of two peoples, forced to choose between slow death and a terrible betrayal of all she believes. It is past time for them to awaken, for the Everstorm looms. And the Assassin has arrived."

" A new storm has come. Ash and red lightning sweep the land, awakening our ancient enemies. The Unmade—shadows of the Enemy's soul—stir, while the eyes of men open. This war is not, and never was, what they thought it to be. We may soon hold Surges again, for Radiance has returned to some, and shines toward others. The Captain, broken by loss, seeks reconciliation. The Spy, broken by cruelty, seeks completion. The Stonewalker, broken by oaths, seeks truth. The Traitor, broken by ambition, seeks freedom. And finally the King. Broken by war, he seeks the past. That which was abandoned. That which he must not know. For those secrets will crush him as they did the knights who came before."

" The One Who Is Three seeks the captured soul, but does not know it. The imprisoned spren, so long ago forgotten. Can she free her own soul in time to find knowledge? The knowledge that damns all people of Roshar? The Fallen Soldier caresses and loves the spear, even as it gouges his own flesh. He steps ever forward, ever into the darkness, without light. He can bring none with him, but that which he can kindle himself. And the Mother of Machines, most important of them all, dances with liars at a grand ball. She must unmask them, find their hidden truths, and present them to the world. She must admit that the worst lies have been the ones she tells herself. If she does, our secrets will finally become truths instead."

" Ten days remain. Two champions. The culmination of millennia of preparation, posturing, and prayer. Ideologies, as storms, gather to crush the world between their separate dreams—and one man will stand at the center of it. A man who now remembers his past, but leads a people who have forgotten theirs. As Cultivation pulls her final string, and sends the Reimagined King to seek the truth, we must wait and tremble. The Reforged Spear becomes the hope of spren. The Reformed Woman pries in corners of a god's mind. The Reborn Assassin puts his knife to the throat of a once proud people. It is not the end we hoped for. We have lost the ability to see what will happen, for a challenge has come that none of us anticipated. For the power of Honor . . . has begun to question."

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