I have read very few books more than once – until I met Warbreaker.
I have loaned this book out to people over and over again because just wow.
Sanderson find a way to recreate magic⦠and the sky and the air and the sea.
This book is notΒ just fantasyβit is a spellbook of colour, choice, breath, and identity.
The author does not just invent magic systemsβhe engineers soul logic.
Magic that is felt, not just cast.
Magic that is traded in meaningβbreath for colour, life for power, sacrifice for transformation.
And of course this is my jam.
For months I carried it in my heart and now I offer it to others like a gift-wrapped piece of my own mind.
Because what is βawakeningβ in Warbreaker, is finding ways to pour myself into what is broken, and trying, again and again, to breathe life into something I am not sure will love me back.
Me and sea and my different kinds of synesthesia and the tiny shell in my pocketβ
I can relate to the magic system in that book.
Life-force turned into beauty. Pain transmuted into color.
Words as tools. Belief as weapon.
Softness as strategy.
And the idea that colour is power?
I have known that my whole life.
My memories taste and hum and flicker in shades.
