Warbreaker Chapter Thirty Lightsong!” Blushweaver said, hands on hips. “What in the name of the Iridescent Tones are you doing?” Lightsong ignored her, instead applying his hands to the clump of muddy clay in front of him. His servants and priests stood in a large ring, looking nearly as confused as Blushweaver—who had arrived at…
readers on the state
of each of his projects.