My first re-read of this series, and it was well worth the wait and time it took to read.

The world building is so detailed and fully realised, from the terrain, to cultures, legends, history, religion and beyond. The magic we discover together alongside the characters, that what was the stuff of Myth is now present and here in the flesh. 
And all of it is interwoveninks together and compliments each other.

Our 3 main protagonists I find engaging and become emotionally attached to. Even within the re-read I felt the tension and the emotional pain and eleation was as intense.

Kaladin the soldier come slave, we not only wonder and fund out how he became a slave and so beaten down by the world, we watch him constantly battle mental health and not give into despair. We see him try and salvage something worthwhile despite being constantly beaten back and we see the human life and soul being with every drop of sweat abd blood he gives. 

Shallon the young artist of scholarly ambition, attempting to help and restore her family whilst keeping so many secrets. She is alone in a strange new city and must relie on her self and wits alone.

Dalinar a legend of battle and warfare, now must play court politics fighting against petty power squabbles of his supposed high-princes in arms. He must protect his nephew the King, win the war to avenge his brother and try and keep together the Kingdom he helped conquer. All whilst suffering visions, which cause him to question himself. What do they mean? What must he do about them? Or has his mind broken at last? 

I loved being right at the start of this incredible journey, where the plot interweave everything in a typical Sanderson way of twists turns and satisfactory highly pay off. 

Wow. I don’t even know where to begin. Well, it took me several months to finish this book, including having to start over because I took a short break and then forgot what was going on, oof. But oh the last quarter was really intense. My favorite moment was when

Kaladin leaped across the chasm straight into the Parshendi—time seemed to freeze—and then he inhaled the stormlight from the spheres in their beards. I audibly gasped

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I loved the variety of characters that we followed, each with their distinct personality and tone. On to book two!