text stringlengths 1.73k 3.83k |
|---|
in the dark night. Finally, he pointed at a window, just faintly lit. “Marsh said he’d leave a light burning if the other obligators were gone.” “Window or stairs?” Vin asked. “Stairs,” Kelsier said. “The door should be unlocked, and the Ministry owns the entire building. It will be empty.” Kelsier was right on both co... |
I’ve learned next to nothing about the Inquisitors—though the politicking within the regular Ministry ranks continues to amaze me. It’s like the regular obligators don’t even care about the world outside, except for the prestige they earn by being the most clever or successful in applying the Lord Ruler’s dictates. “ ‘... |
. . . His remaining sanity told him that this was his last day. It had been six days since his last success. If he failed a seventh time, he would die. Must keep going. He couldn’t see; he was too far beneath the surface to catch even a reflected glimpse of sunlight. But, even without light, he could find his way. Ther... |
kept a wary ear out for others. He had seen climbers killed before, slain by younger, stronger men who hoped to steal a geode. Fortunately, he met nobody. It was good. He was an older man—old enough to know that he never should have tried to steal food from his plantation lord. Perhaps he had earned his punishment. Per... |
why the Lord Ruler had to use slaves, and not Allomancers, to collect his atium for him. Now the real test, Kelsier thought, squeezing down further into the crack. He burned iron, and immediately he saw several blue lines pointing downward, toward atium-holes. Though the holes themselves probably didn’t have an atium g... |
that our original plan—gathering the army—ended up so dreadfully, I’d say that we’ve done quite a marvelous job.” Dockson sighed. “Well, we certainly can’t live off of saved funds for much longer—especially if Kell keeps giving our money away to the skaa.” He sat beside the table that was the room’s only piece of furni... |
thought. Pewter drag. Where has he been? “You’re late, Kell,” Dockson said, still not looking up from his ledgers. “I strive for nothing if not consistency,” Kelsier said, dropping his mistcloak on the floor, stretching, then sitting down. “Where are Clubs and Spook?” “Clubs is sleeping in the back room,” Dockson said.... |
break. At the very least, maybe they don’t realize that their Soothing stations were compromised. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to sleep. We have a lot of planning to do tomorrow.” The group paused. “Planning?” Dox finally asked. “Kell . . . we were kind of thinking that we should pull out. We caused a house war, a... |
expression darkened. “Go wake Kell.” “I intend to watch them,” Kelsier said, walking through the room, dressed in simple skaa clothing and cloak. Vin’s stomach twisted. Again? “You all may do as you wish,” Kelsier said. He looked much better after his extended rest—his exhaustion was gone, replaced with the characteris... |
not be many guards with the prisoners, but the fountain square is only a few blocks away. It’s packed with soldiers, not to mention the Inquisitors!” Ham, unexpectedly, didn’t back her up. He turned, glancing at Dockson and Breeze. Dox paused, then shrugged. “Are you all crazy?” Vin demanded. “Wait a moment,” Breeze sa... |
packed with people who were now distinctly familiar. Servants, soldiers, housekeepers—some were rebels, many were just regular people. None of them deserved death. Too many skaa have died already, he thought, flaring his metals. Hundreds. Thousands. Hundreds of thousands. Not today. No more. He dropped a coin and jumpe... |
down at him from atop the vehicle. Kelsier Pushed himself backward, feeling the wind of an axehead swing beside his head. He landed smoothly, but immediately had to jump to the side as a group of soldiers attacked. As he landed, he reached out—Pulling against one of the carts to anchor himself—and Pulled against the fa... |
skaa crowding the streets seriously slowed their progress. The Inquisitor swung, and Kelsier dodged. The creature was obviously growing frustrated. To the side, a small group of Ham’s men reached one of the prisoner carts and broke open its lock, freeing the prisoners. The rest of Ham’s men kept the imperial soldiers b... |
in the air. The Inquisitor stumbled. As Kelsier fell, he Pulled on a soldier, yanking himself backward. The soldier was pulled off his feet by the force of the Ironpull, and he began to streak toward Kelsier. Both men flew in the air. Kelsier flared iron, Pulling against a patch of soldiers to his right while still Pul... |
Kelsier blasted against it and hurled himself upward, after the Inquisitor. Flakes of ash streaked past him. Ahead, the Inquisitor turned, Pulling against something below. The creature switched directions immediately, instead hurling toward Kelsier. Head-on collision. Bad idea for the guy without spikes in his head. Ke... |
obviously didn’t intend to leave until Spook and Renoux were free. And, where Ham fought, the rebel soldiers held. There was a reason Pewterarms were also called Thugs: there was no subtlety to their fighting, no clever Ironpulls or Steelpushes. Ham simply attacked with raw strength and speed, throwing enemy soldiers o... |
struggling to choke the Inquisitor. You’d better appreciate this, girl. Slowly, with straining muscles, the Inquisitor forced Kelsier’s hands apart. The creature began to smile again. They’re so strong! The Inquisitor pushed Kelsier back, then Pulled against a soldier, yanking itself in a skidding motion across the cob... |
stomach. The Inquisitor growled and slapped Kelsier across the face, throwing him down with one blow. Kelsier shook his head. What does it take to kill this thing? he thought, Pushing himself up to his feet, backing away. The Inquisitor strode forward. Some of the soldiers were trying to search the crowd for Ham and hi... |
marring the tattoos on the side of its face. A steel helmet struck it in the side, tossing it backward. Kelsier began to shoot pieces of metal quickly, feeling his rage and anger mount. “Were you the one who killed Marsh?” he yelled, not bothering to listen for an answer. “Were you there when I was condemned, years ago... |
Up ahead, a single, black carriage crested the hill and began to move down from the fountain square. The Lord Ruler had arrived. Vin nearly lost her grip as the wave of depression hit her. She flared her copper, but—as always—she could still slightly feel the Lord Ruler’s oppressive hand. “Lord Ruler!” Dockson said, th... |
Ruler ignored the men—as if they, and their weapons, were completely beneath his contempt. The lead rebel stumbled back, then spun as his friends began to scream under an Inquisitor’s axe. He joined them shortly, and the Inquisitor stood above the corpses for a moment, hacking gleefully. The Lord Ruler continued forwar... |
meant me. Not him. Not Kelsier. He was invincible. He should have been. Someone grabbed her and she squirmed, crying out. “Time to go, kid,” Ham said. He paused, looking at Kelsier, assuring for himself that the crewleader was dead. Then he towed her away. Vin continued to struggle weakly, but she was growing numb. In ... |
the building. “Yes, Saze?” she asked tiredly, reaching out to Pull up the three coins she’d been using as anchors to stabilize her like the legs of a tripod. One of them was twisted and bent—the same coin she and Kelsier had gotten into a Pushing match over so many months ago. “I’m sorry, Mistress,” Sazed said. “I simp... |
place of the Keepers—so that I can share the knowledge that I possess. I must tell my brethren and sisters of the logbook—especially the words regarding our ancestor, the man named Rashek. There is much to learn in this story, I think.” He paused, then glanced at her. “This is not a journey I can take with another, Mis... |
Mists! Is he not with us now?” Vin turned to the others. Ham was watching carefully, but Breeze just shrugged. “The man’s obviously insane. A religious nut.” “I tell you, friends!” screamed the man below. The crowd was still growing, more and more torches being lit. “I tell you the truth! Lord Kelsier appeared to me th... |
need these if they were going to succeed in taking the city.” “Why gather an army, then?” Ham said. “Was it just a front too?” “I guess,” Vin said. “Wrong,” a voice said, echoing through the cavernous warehouse. “There was so much more to it than that.” The crew jumped, and Vin flared her metals . . . until she recogni... |
of paper affixed to a table a short distance away. “That is for you to follow. I have other business to be about.” It turned as if to leave, then paused beside Vin, turning toward her with its disturbingly Kelsier-like face. Yet, the creature itself wasn’t like Renoux or Kelsier. It seemed passionless. The kandra held ... |
extension on life. I should have died in Mare’s place years ago. I was ready for this. The others will need you. You’re their Mistborn now—you’ll have to protect them in the months to come. The nobility will send assassins against our fledgling kingdom’s rulers. Farewell. I’ll tell Mare about you. She always wanted a d... |
free with a dagger and pewter-enhanced fingers. “Mistress, what are you doing?” Vin walked over to a trunk beside the table, within which she had seen a large collection of powdered metals. She filled her pouch with several handfuls of pewter dust. “I’m worried about the Lord Ruler,” she said, taking a file from the bo... |
in alarm. They burst into the corridor, but Vin jumped and Pushed against the lantern brackets, hurling herself down the hallway. The men’s voices grew distant; even running, they wouldn’t be able to keep up with her. She reached the end of the corridor, then let herself drop lightly to the ground, enveloping cloak fal... |
one of the creatures had given Kelsier. Her goal this infiltration wasn’t to kill, but to gather information, then run. Vin burst into the building-within-a-building, nearly tripping on a rug made from some exotic fur. She frowned, scanning the chamber urgently, searching for whatever the Lord Ruler hid inside of it. I... |
in frustration, her heart sinking. And then she saw him. Another man, standing right beside the Lord Ruler. Where had he come from? She hadn’t seen him enter. He had a full beard and wore a thick, woolen outfit with a fur-lined cloak. It wasn’t rich clothing, but it was well constructed. He stood quietly, seeming . . .... |
about survival. Those skaa are attacking the main gates, slaughtering the remnants of the Garrison. I have no intention of waiting until they come for noble heads.” “But . . .” Lord Venture shook his head. “We were leaving anyway. Something . . . happened at the Pits a few days ago. The Lord Ruler isn’t going to be hap... |
the chaos. The hall grew quiet behind him, terrified people realizing the extent of their danger. Elend stood for a long moment. Then he spun. “Captain!” he said. “Gather your forces and the remaining servants—don’t leave anyone behind—then march to Keep Lekal.” “Keep . . . Lekal, my lord?” “It’s more defensible,” Elen... |
telling her to just lie down, to give up. . . . No! she thought. I have to get out. I have to stay strong! She forced herself to stand and inspect her surroundings. Her prison was more like a cage than a cell. It had bars running along three of the four sides, and it contained no furniture—not even a sleeping mat. Ther... |
were similar—a base metal, then its alloy, each doing opposite things. Iron Pulled, steel Pushed. Zinc Pulled, brass Pushed. It made sense. All except for atium and gold. What if the Eleventh Metal was really an alloy of atium or of gold? It would mean . . . that gold and atium aren’t paired. They do two different thin... |
that her screams—in the middle of Kredik Shaw itself—would be useless. At least she succeeded in annoying the Inquisitor, for he twisted her arm. “Quiet,” he said as she grunted in pain. Vin fell silent, instead focusing on their location. They were probably in one of the lower sections of the palace; the hallways were... |
in a tired voice. Tevidian eyed Vin, frowning in confusion. He doesn’t know who I am, she thought. He never knew he was a father. “My lord,” Tevidian said, turning away from her. “Look outside your window! Do we not have better things to discuss? The entire city is in rebellion! Skaa torches light up the night, and the... |
knew my father,” Vin said stubbornly. If the Inquisitor wanted to know something, then keeping it a secret seemed like a good idea. “I’m just a street urchin.” “A Mistborn street urchin?” Kar asked. “Why, that’s interesting. Isn’t it, Tevidian?” The lord prelan paused, his frown deepening. The Lord Ruler stood slowly, ... |
her, eventually.” “Tell me,” the Lord Ruler said. “Did this woman bear any children?” The room fell silent. “Yes, my lord,” the high prelan said. The Lord Ruler closed his eyes, sighing. He turned back toward his throne. “He is yours,” he said to the Inquisitors. Immediately, six Inquisitors dashed across the room, how... |
of the Lord Ruler’s own men. In truth, Dockson wasn’t even certain how much he trusted the man. Yet, the soldier—as a former palace guardsman—could get into places that other skaa could not. His former allies didn’t know he’d switched sides. Assuming he really has switched sides, Dockson thought. But . . . well, things... |
probably talk the rest of the nobility into listening as well. They’re frightened—there’s no need to slaughter them.” Dockson snorted. “I can’t exactly leave hostile armed forces in the city.” “If you destroy the nobility, you won’t be able to hold on for very long,” Elend said. “We control the economy—the empire will ... |
in the end.” “My brother?” Vin said, scrambling to her feet. “He sold me out?” “Sold you out?” Kar said. “He died promising us that you had starved to death years ago! He screamed it night and day beneath the hands of Ministry torturers. It is very hard to hold out against the pains of an Inquisitor’s torture . . . som... |
stark contrast to his bruised body. “I’m sorry, Sazed,” she said. “Why did you follow me? You should have stayed back and let me be stupid on my own!” He turned a bruised head toward her, one eye swollen, but the other looking into her eyes. “Mistress,” he said solemnly, “I vowed to Master Kelsier that I would see to y... |
bar. “My strength will not last long—the metal I swallowed wasn’t large enough to hold much of a Feruchemical charge.” Even as he spoke, he began to shrink. Vin moved past him, scrambling out of the room. The guard chamber beyond was quite small, set with only a pair of chairs. Beneath one, however, she found a cloak r... |
another group of soldiers charging down the rightmost hallway. At least I didn’t abandon him. I think . . . think that’s what Kelsier meant. “Valette!” a familiar voice cried. Vin looked up with shock as Elend and six soldiers burst into the room. Elend wore a nobleman’s suit, a little ill-fitting, and carried a duelin... |
a much larger force. “I was wrong about that one, Mistress,” Sazed said softly. “I . . . apologize.” Vin smiled. Then she flipped the cork free from her vial and downed the metals in one gulp. Wells of power exploded within her. Fires blazed, metals raging, and strength returned to her weakened, tired body like a dawni... |
said. “You came back. No one’s ever come back before.” Elend looked down at her, frowning slightly. Sazed approached, carrying Vin’s clothing and cloak. “Mistress, we need to leave.” Elend nodded. “It’s not safe anywhere in the city. The skaa are rebelling!” He paused, looking at her. “But, uh, you probably already kno... |
like the shadowed tines of some phantom monster lurking below. Dark, straight, and ominous, for some reason they made her think of Kelsier, lying dead in the street, an obsidian-tipped spear jutting from his chest. The mists spun and swirled as she blew through them. They were still thick, but tin let her see a faint g... |
blues, their emotions—discomfort, anger, and fear—showing in their postures. Discomfort, anger, and fear . . . so sweet, all three. Kar’s smile widened, despite his fatigue. He had been awake for too long. Living as an Inquisitor drained the body, and he had to rest often. His brethren were already shuffling from the r... |
It didn’t even waver or distort. My gold image, she thought in frustration, I was able to touch that. Why can’t I touch this? It obviously didn’t work the same way. The shadow stood still, completely oblivious of her attacks. She’d thought that maybe, if she killed the past version of the Lord Ruler, his current form w... |
a ripping sound. Vin dropped immediately to the ground, gasping for breath. She rolled, pewter allowing her to recover quickly. Kar stood above her, teetering. Then, he toppled limply to the side, sprawling to the ground. The second Inquisitor stood behind him, holding what appeared to be a large metal spike—just like ... |
Marsh’s stomach, throwing the Inquisitor across the room. As the Lord Ruler turned, Vin could see what Marsh had seen. Nothing. A normal, if muscular, back. Unlike the Inquisitors, the Lord Ruler didn’t have a spike driven through his spine. Oh, Marsh . . . Vin thought with a sinking depression. It had been a clever id... |
the metal out of the room. Except . . . She Pulled on one of the Lord Ruler’s own bracelets, ones that didn’t pierce his skin. He immediately whipped his arm upward, throwing off her Pull, making her spin maladroitly in the air. He slammed her with another of his powerful Pushes, blasting her backward. Metals in her st... |
saying that his people should be dominant. . . . She reached within, feeling her last little bit of Eleventh Metal reserve. She burned it, looking through tearstained eyes as the Lord Ruler held Marsh in a one-handed grip. The Lord Ruler’s past self appeared next to him. A man in a fur cloak and heavy boots, a man with... |
weight threatened to crush her. Her pewter was nearly gone. She could barely think. Yet, she burned iron. The Lord Ruler could pierce copperclouds. She could too. They were the same, somehow. If he could affect metals inside of a person’s body, then she could as well. She flared the iron. Blue lines appeared pointing t... |
strengthening her body. She flared tin, and the sudden increase of sensitivity shocked her awake. She gasped, looking up at Sazed’s concerned face. “Careful, Mistress,” he said, inspecting her leg. “The bone is fractured, though it appears only in one place.” “Marsh,” she said, exhausted. “See to Marsh.” “Marsh?” Sazed... |
his eyes down at the crowd, and the final realization of his failure seemed to hit him. He looked back up at the ring of people who had defeated him. “You don’t understand,” he wheezed. “You don’t know what I do for mankind. I was your god, even if you couldn’t see it. By killing me, you have doomed yourselves. . . .” ... |
“Allomancy draws its power from metals,” Marsh said. “Feruchemy draws its powers from the person’s own body.” “Exactly,” Sazed said. “So, what the Lord Ruler did—I presume—was combine these two abilities. He used one of the attributes only available to Feruchemy—that of changing his age—but fueled it with Allomancy ins... |
as Allomancy is. If the Terris lines ever mixed with those of the imperial nobility, the result could very well have been a child who could challenge him.” “Hence the breeding programs,” Marsh said. Sazed nodded. “He needed to make absolutely sure that the Terrismen weren’t allowed to mix with the regular populace, les... |
abilities nearby. And . . . what did I feel at the end? It was like I drew something from the mists. Whatever she’d done, she hadn’t been able to replicate it. Marsh sighed and stood. He had been awake only a few hours, but he already seemed tired. His head hung slightly, as if the weight of the spikes were pulling it ... |
Kelsier’s body. “I don’t want it around,” she said. “I’ll send it away.” “Do not be quite so hasty, Mistress,” Sazed said. “Kandra are expensive servants—you must pay them in atium. If Kelsier bought an extended contract for one, it would be foolish to waste its services. A kandra might prove a very useful ally in the ... |
still doing it, whatever it was. You have doomed yourselves. . . . She shivered in the evening air. The sun was setting, making it even easier to see the illuminated Keep Venture—Elend’s choice of headquarters for the moment, though he might still move to Kredik Shaw. He hadn’t decided yet. “You should go to him, Mistr... |
Elend Venture sat at a desk below, beneath a skylight that still hadn’t been patched from the time Vin had thrown a body through it. He didn’t notice her crouching above. Who would? Who saw a Mistborn in her element? She was, in a way, like one of the shadow images created by the Eleventh Metal. Incorporeal. Really jus... |
Mists passed her, curling, coaxing. Reen hadn’t abandoned her. He’d been captured by the Inquisitors who had been looking for Vin, the unlawful child of their enemy. They’d tortured him. And he had died protecting her. Reen didn’t betray me. He always promised that he would, but in the end, he didn’t. He had been far f... |
sense of balance and ability to recover from wounds. Mistings who can burn pewter are known as both Pewterarms and Thugs. PEWTERARM A Misting who can burn pewter. IRON (EXTERNAL PHYSICAL PULLING METAL) A person burning iron can see translucent blue lines pointing to nearby sources of metal. The size and brightness of t... |
said, trailing off. Despite heavy recruitment, Elend barely had twenty-thousand men under his command—and they were peasants with under a year of training. Maintaining even that small number was straining his resources. If they’d been able to find the Lord Ruler’s atium, perhaps things would be different. As it was, El... |
Ruler’s death and the rise of Elend’s new free government, the common people stayed in their homes at night. They feared the mists, a tradition that went far deeper than the Lord Ruler’s laws. Vin slipped forward quietly, senses alert. Inside herself, as always, she burned tin and pewter. Tin enhanced her senses, makin... |
coin into the air, then mentally grabbed its line and—burning steel—Pushed on the coin. The bit of metal shot into the air, arcing through the mists, forced away by the Push. It plinked to the ground in the middle of the street. The mists continued to spin. They were thick and mysterious, even to Vin. More dense than a... |
the same process. . .. [It's an] enjoyable, adventurous read. . .[and] along the way to the grand finale, anyone who cares to can learn a great deal about the underside of power." —Faren Miller, Locus "Brandon Sanderson is the real thing—an exciting story-teller with a unique and powerful vision." —David Farland "It's ... |
Patterson, Heather Kirby, Sally Taylor, The Almighty Pronoun, Bradley Reneer, Holly Venable, Jimmy, Alan Layton, Janette Layton, Kaylynn ZoBell, Rick Stranger, Nate Hatfield, Daniel A. Wells, Stacy Whitman, Sarah Bylund, and Benjamin R. Olsen. A special thanks goes to the people at the Provo Walden-books for their supp... |
day that the people—as part of his secret plan—had risen up in fury to overthrow their god emperor. Elend had taken the throne in the ensuing chaos. Now it was looking more and more like he would lose everything that Kelsier and his crew had worked so hard to accomplish. Lose it to a tyrant who might be even worse than... |
her. She wasn't like Elend; she didn't need a logical explanation for everything. For Vin, it was enough that when she swallowed bits of metal, she was able to draw upon their power. Power she appreciated, for she well knew what it was like to lack it. Even now, she was not what one would likely envision as a warrior. ... |
to Vin. OreSeur met up with her. "Did you find what you were looking for, Mistress?" he asked, tone respectful—yet somehow still a little hostile. As always. Vin shook her head, glancing around in the darkness. "Maybe I was wrong," she said. "Maybe I wasn't being followed." The acknowledgment made her a bit sad. She'd ... |
need those coins. Without coins of her own, she couldn't attack from a distance. However, if this was a good team, then attacking from a distance would be pointless—their Coinshots and Lurchers would be ready to deal with shot coins. Fleeing wasn't an option either. These men hadn't come for her alone; if she fled, the... |
and Pushed on them. The Coinshot, however, continued to Push—and Vin's Push smashed against his. Pushing and Pulling metals was all about weight. And—with the coins between them—that meant Vin's weight was slammed against the assassin's weight. Both were tossed backward. Vin shot out of a Thug's reach; the Coinshot fel... |
OreSeur? Vin wondered. But, that was foolish. The kandra was no Allomancer—and besides, he wouldn't have taken the initiative. OreSeur did only what he was expressly told. The assassin Coinshot looked equally confused. Vin glanced up, flaring tin, and was rewarded with the sight of a man standing atop a nearby building... |
her iron, flying through the air, raising a fist. The Coinshot cried out and he pulled a tie to free the bag. Too late. Vin's momentum carried her forward, and she drove her fist into the Coinshot's cheek as she passed. His head spun around, neck snapping. As Vin landed, she brought her elbow up into the surprised Thug... |
artist. Hunches felt more natural to her than logic ever would. "OreSeur!" she yelled. "Go for the palace!" It was a code, of course. Vin jumped back, momentarily ignoring the Thugs as her servant ducked out of an alleyway. He pulled something off his belt and whipped it toward Vin: a small glass vial, the kind that Al... |
the other soundstick, then twisted back and cracked it against the man's skull. He fell forward, groaning, and Vin spun again, easily dodging between two more staves. She smashed the noise sticks against the sides of a second Thug's head. They shattered—ringing with a hollow sound like that of a musician's beat—as the ... |
he'd strike her down. But. . .she thought. He saved me. I would have died if I'd gotten too close to that hidden Mistborn. An instant of him burning atium with me unaware, and I'd have found his daggers in my chest. The Watcher stood for a few more moments—wreathed, as always, in the curling mists. Then he turned, jump... |
other facts. They cannot connect the other strange things that are happening. They are deaf to my objections and blind to my discoveries. ELEND DROPPED HIS PEN TO his desk with a sigh, then leaned back in his chair and rubbed his forehead. Elend figured that he knew as much about political theory as any living man. He'... |
The Lord Ruler was immortal, though, Elend thought. That's an advantage I'll certainly never have. The Assembly was a better way. By giving the people a parliament with real legal authority, Elend would craft a stable government. The people would have a king—a man to provide continuity, a symbol of unity. A man who wou... |
lights. Then she looked to the sides. The Watcher had not returned. Often on nights like this he would tempt her, coming dangerously close to Elend's room before disappearing into the city. Of course, if he'd wanted to kill Elend, he could just have done it while I was fighting the others. . .. It was a disquieting tho... |
done. Something that she shouldn't have been able to do, and had never been able to repeat. Vin shook her head. There was so much they didn't know, and not just about Allomancy. She and the other leaders of Elend's fledgling kingdom tried their best, but without Kelsier to guide them, Vin felt blind. Plans, successes, ... |
were cloudy and vague, outlined by the chaotic churnings of windblown mist. If not for the form's persistence, she could have dismissed it—like the shape of an animal seen briefly in the clouds. But it stayed. Each new curl of the mist added definition to thin its body and long head. Haphazard, yet persistent. It sugge... |
had taken him some time to get used to Vin's particular. . .idiosyncrasies. He teased her about being paranoid; she just claimed she was careful. Regardless, half the time she visited his chambers she checked underneath his bed and in his closet. The other times, she held herself back—but Elend often caught her glancin... |
woman who probably felt a lot like Elend did. She let him hold her. At first, there was a slight stiffness to her posture. It was as if a piece of her still expected to be hurt—a primal sliver that couldn't understand that it was possible to be touched out of love rather than anger. Then, however, she relaxed. Elend wa... |
to conserve their atium as long as she had. Still, as Vin stepped back and let Elend return to his table, he couldn't help thinking about how they could have spent that atium. His people would need food for the winter. But, by selling the metal, he thought, sitting, we would have put more of the world's most dangerous ... |
then curled up on the rug beside his desk. Elend paused. "I didn't mean here, Vin," he said with amusement. "There's still a Mistborn out there somewhere," she said with a tired, muffled voice. "I'm not leaving you." She twisted in the cloak, and Elend caught a brief grimace of pain on her face. She was favoring her le... |
the empire from assuming he was hiding it somewhere. "Well, at least your father didn't send the assassins," Ham said, ever the optimist. Elend shook his head. "Our relationship wouldn't stop him, Ham. Trust me." "He's your father," Ham said, looking troubled. "Things like that don't matter to Straff. He probably hasn'... |
for a bit. After that, he just. . .stopped moving." Sazed turned back to the corpse, studying the twisted muscles, the face locked in a mask of pain. Sazed had brought his medical coppermind—the metal armband wrapped around his upper right arm—and he reached into it with his mind, pulling out some of the memorized book... |
numerous holes for earrings. Tapping strength from his pewtermind enlarged his muscles slightly, giving him the build of a stronger man. Even with the extra strength, however, his steward's robes were stained with sweat and dirt by the time he finished digging. He rolled the body into the grave, and stood quietly for a... |
hope for these yet, Sazed thought, thankfully letting one of the others take his shovel and finish the work. When they were done, the very tip of the HaDah branch breached the dirt at the head of the grave. "Why'd you do that?" Teur asked, nodding to the branch. Sazed smiled. "It is a religious ceremony, Goodman Teur. ... |
soon fall, despite whispers that its army was small and weak, the people had stayed. Worked. Lived. Just as they always had. The life of a skaa had never been very certain. It was still strange for Vin to see the market so busy. She walked down Kenton Street, wearing her customary trousers and buttoned shirt, thinking ... |
found them offensive. Elend's laws might not have eliminated the poor, something he so much wanted to do, but he had improved the lives of even the street urchins. For that—among other things—she loved him. There were still some noblemen in the crowd, men who had been persuaded by Elend or circumstances that their fort... |
in. But why bother? The city was about to be attacked. Besides, the garments were expensive. It had been different when she'd spent Kelsier's money. Now she spent Elend's money—and Elend's money was the kingdom's money. She turned from the gowns and walked back out onto the street. Those aren't me anymore. Valette is u... |
down the Lord Ruler could touch my child. . ." Vin tried to back away farther, but realized she was up against another crowd of people. The woman stepped closer, and Vin finally raised an uncertain hand to the baby's forehead. "Thank you," the woman said. "You'll protect us, won't you, Lady Heir?" asked a young man—no ... |
had sweet, docile eyes, and an obviously pleasant temperament. "The runt of the litter," the merchant said. "A good animal for a young girl, I'd say. Will probably make an excellent hunter, too. These wolfhounds, they can smell better than any beast you seen." Vin reached for her coin purse, but paused, looking down at... |
wouldn't let you. . .eat them. Plus, this will be more inconspicuous. People will begin to talk if I keep replacing my stewards with unknown men. I've been telling people for months that I was thinking of dismissing you. Well, I'll tell them that I finally did—nobody will think to realize that my new pet hound is actua... |
Subsets and Splits
No community queries yet
The top public SQL queries from the community will appear here once available.