I knew it. I knew it from the damn prologue, and every step of the way that dread just grew and grew and grew. I fucking love this series. I love these characters. I love the politics and the lore. But most of all, I loved Wayne Terrisborn. I didn't think there was a way Sanderson could kill him that wouldn't immediately make me hate the Cosmere. That wouldn't make me rage-quit Sanderson books.

I was wrong.