Rhythm of War: Book Four of the Stormlight Archive

A giant body ripped itself out of the rocky floor. It was like someone had been buried in sand and was now emerging. Water streamed from the creature’s ridged and pocked back, which was overgrown with bits of shalebark and submarine fungus. The spren had somehow animated the stone itself. As it stood and twisted about, Dalinar could make out glowin

Beyond it, Odium stumbled back. So small, Dalinar thought. Has he always looked that small?