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ship. You may—” Marasi was about to step between them when, curiously, Steris spoke up, interrupting Wax. “Lord Waxillium,” she said. “I think it prudent to let them take the ship.” “What? Like hell I’m going to—” “Waxillium,” Steris said softly. “They’re tired, miserable, and a long way from home. How do you suggest, ...
accommodation,” Jordis said. “It means I will limp back to my people, half my crew dead and my ship exchanged for one decades out of date.” “True,” Steris continued at Waxillium’s side—he merely stood there with arms folded, looming, as he was so good at doing. “But Captain, you will return with something more valuable...
like this deal,” Wax noted as he reached her. “Particularly the part about us giving away the Bands.” “I know,” Marasi said. “As long as I can tell him it wasn’t my idea.” She glanced at him. “You don’t seem too broken up about losing the Bands.” “I’m not,” he admitted. “I was worried, honestly. The Bands are drained, ...
“For being a Coinshot?” “For cheatin’ at life, Wax.” “How about I feel appreciative instead?” “Suppose that’ll do.” Wax settled down on his bunk, then pulled on his boots, doing the laces. He ached like a man beaten senseless. He wished he could blame the strain of the last few days, but he’d held the Bands of Mourning...
it. And I kept thinkin’ to myself, ‘Would Wax kill her for real? Or would he give her another chance, like he gave me?’ So I let her be. I stayed my hand, ’cuz it was the last thing I could do for you. Does that make sense?” Wax squeezed Wayne’s shoulder. “Thank you. I’m glad you’re learning.” It felt disingenuous to s...
we’ll stop, but we point ourselves in a direction.” He squeezed her hand. “You pointed yourself toward me.” “Well,” she said, smiling, “being near you is generally the safest place.…” He cupped her face with his hand, all callused and rough. Another adventure. Eventually, an airman came looking for them, and Wax reluct...
which caused a few gasps behind him. “Please,” Allik said. The word had more accent to it than the way he’d been speaking before. The captain, who had not lifted her mask to Wax, grew stiff at the gesture. Marasi hesitated, then accepted the mask. “Thank you.” “Thank you, Miss Marasi,” Allik said. “For life.” He took a...
happened in New Seran. The honest truth of it, from your own mouth.” “You’ll have it,” Wax promised. “Tomorrow.” “But—” “Governor,” Wax said. “I appreciate your position, but you have no idea what we’ve been through these last few days. My people need rest. Tomorrow. Please.” Aradel grunted. “Fine.” “Did you prepare th...
to you and Wayne.” “And I,” Steris said, “shall promise to be properly amazed by your exploits saving everyone from everything.” She smiled at him. “And to always carry a few vials of metal with me, just in case. By the way, where are we going?” He grinned, guiding her down to the top floor of the skyscraper, a regal p...
his men had talked. They knew just enough to be infuriating. They’d been recruited from among the dissident young men of the outer cities—their ears stuffed with stories of the Survivor and his fight against imperial rule. They’d been trained in cities like Rashekin and Bilming, far from central rule. In closed compoun...
that a proper discourse can be engaged.” The creature studied him through the bars. “You didn’t break or spill secrets.” “I did not.” “We are impressed.” “Thank you.” Advantage. Even two weeks in prison can be used to prove a point. “The timeline will be accelerated, as you have requested,” the Immortal said. “Excellen...
over the wrinkled cravat he’d worn to the party with Steris. He remembered tossing it to the ground as he changed to trousers and mistcoat in his room, prior to their quick escape from the city. Drewton had laid it out, along with a napkin from the party, monogrammed, and even a bottle cap he’d swiped in case he needed...
eyes. Awaiting death. He found the leaders near the center, the elders, aged and wearing cloth masks on their faces—the only things they had left. One ancient woman looked up at him and lifted her mask. He saw her normally in one world, and outlined in blue in another. The traveler reached out and took the woman by the...
other Allomancers who are burning metals. Different metals produce different pulses. Sentry Ferrings can store wakefulness in a bronze metalmind, making themselves drowsy while actively storing. They can tap the metalmind at a later time to reduce drowsiness or to heighten their awareness. CADMIUM: Pulser Mistings burn...
being burned by that Allomancer, releasing an enormous (and perhaps unexpected) burst of those metals’ power within that Allomancer. Soulbearer Ferrings can store Investiture in a nicrosil metalmind. This is a power that very few know anything about; indeed, I’m certain the people of Terris don’t truly know what they a...
in alloy to craft an entirely different set of sixteen each. As these God Metals are no longer commonly available, however, the other metals are not in wide use. Feruchemy is still widely known and used at this point on Scadrial. Indeed, you might say that it is more present today than it has been in many eras past, wh...
Brigham Young University. He is the author of such bestsellers as the Mistborn® trilogy and its sequels, The Alloy of Law and Shadows of Self; the Stormlight Archive novels The Way of Kings and Words of Radiance; and other novels, including The Rithmatist and Steelheart. In 2013, he won a Hugo Award for Best Novella fo...
a dim booth at a local steakhouse, I first pitched to my wife an audacious idea I’d been developing: taking an epic fantasy world, and then expanding it through different eras into the future. I’d seen mashups of fantasy and science fiction before, and I’d seen epic fantasy inch toward industrial technology. But I’d ne...
is Tor’s art director, and deserves a hearty thanks. Chris McGrath did our jacket illustration. My internal art director at Dragonsteel is ᛁᛉᚲ—the artist formerly known as Isaac Stewart. He did the maps, symbols, and a lot of the work (including the writing) on the broadsheets. Keep an eye out for books by ᛁᛉᚲ in the f...
Jayden King. Gamma readers included many of the above, plus Sam Baskin, Glen Vogelaar, Dale Wiens, Billy Todd, Ari Kufer, Matthew Sorensen, Ram Shoham, Eliyahu Berelowitz Levin, and Aaron Ford. We got some detailed help from a particular group on this book, people who I have asked to keep an eye on my magic systems and...
she came running into her arms to escape. “Thank you for watching her.” Coussaint looked her up and down, noting the dirty face, scraggly hair, burned clothing. “Rent?” she demanded. “It’s been three days.” “He’s never been late with a payment before.” Wayne, the man who’d murdered her father. “I’m sure he’ll show up s...
first of the month.” The taller one coughed. “You haven’t heard? You … don’t read the broadsheets?” “Do I look like I have time for broadsheets?” she asked. “If you have my payment, that’s great. I could use it. But I really need some sleep. So…” “Miss Allriandre,” the shorter man said, “Master Wayne passed last week. ...
life for them all that she’d promised when they’d put everything into sending her to the city. Ruri grabbed at the card, getting toothpaste on it. “What are the holdbacks for?” Allriandre asked. “Not that I’m complaining. I’m merely curious.” The two shared a look. “Various things,” the shorter man said. “Each one of a...
warm themselves. BRONZE: Seeker Mistings burn bronze to “hear” pulses given off by other Allomancers who are burning metals. Different metals produce different pulses. Sentry Ferrings can store wakefulness in a bronze metalmind, making themselves drowsy while actively storing. They can tap the metalmind at a later time...
who burn nicrosil while touching another Allomancer will instantly burn away any metals being burned by that Allomancer, releasing an enormous (and perhaps unexpected) burst of those metals’ power within that Allomancer. Soulbearer Ferrings can store Investiture in a nicrosil metalmind. This is a power that very few kn...
others—named the “God Metals” locally—can be used in alloy to craft an entirely different set of sixteen each. As these God Metals are no longer commonly available, the other metals are not in wide use. Feruchemy is still widely known and used at this point on Scadrial. Indeed, you might say that it is more present tod...
of particular note to any arcanists who study the nature of Intent and Connection. I have, after lengthy questing, obtained an interview with Marsh, the one known as Ironeyes on Scadrial. (As a side note, it is curious how news of his nature is spreading to other worlds. Is this natural rumormongering, or something mor...
into a rusting sewer,” he muttered, raising the lantern. “Are there sewers in the Roughs?” “Well, no,” he admitted. “Pastures smell almost as bad, and he did make me march through those. But Marasi, they didn’t have spiders.” “They probably did,” she said, angling the map toward his lantern. “You just couldn’t see them...
general disposition as of late.” “What makes you think she’s going to do that?” “On account of her tellin’ me, ‘Wayne, I’m probably going to break up with you in a few weeks.’” “Well, that’s polite of her.” “I think she’s got a new job from the big guy,” Wayne said. “But it ain’t right, how slow it’s goin’. ’S not the ...
the note had been lost due to bureaucratic nonsense. “Nice,” Wayne said, leaning in beside her. “Some first-rate detectivin’, Marasi. How many old surveys did you have to read to find this?” “Too many,” she said. “People would be surprised how much of my time is spent in the documents library.” “They leave the research...
as they’d found it. They dimmed their lantern as a precaution, then started into the depths. Marasi felt about a thousand times better when she arrived at the Fourth Octant Constabulary headquarters, showered and cleaned up, wearing her preferred uniform of a vest and jacket over a calf-length skirt. As a special detec...
does do best when channeled toward … productive activities.” Reddi grunted, picking up another folder. “Don’t tell him this, but his imitation of me is amusing. Though you should know, those two men with the bowler hats were looking for him again.” “Any idea who they are?” she asked. “Some accounting firm, probably the...
equipment down there—they were deep enough that a signal couldn’t get out anyway. So our enemies probably don’t know their team has fallen. Which means…” “… We could send in the shipment,” Reddi said. “And perhaps capture the people who are behind all of this.” “Or at least move one step farther up the chain.” “They’d ...
that had its advantages. “My reform suggestions?” Marasi asked. “About how we police slums, and the proper training of constables? How is that going?” “The other constables-general have agreed to the articles,” he said. “All but Jamms, but I think after today he’ll listen. Just need to get the governor to sign off on t...
glad there’s someone rational around, to … you know, balance the insanity. Go. Chase your mysteries, and let me know what you need.” She nodded, feeling a deep satisfaction as she left his office and walked back down the hallway. She had achieved so much—both in life and in this case. She had done it; she’d arrived. An...
old one—was sliced into two layers of thick ribbons. A mistcoat. Each coat had a Roughs hat on a peg above it. It wasn’t quite a shrine. Because one of the people it represented wasn’t dead; he’d just moved on to a different kind of adventure. Still, Wax paused, kissed his fingertips, then pressed them to the wood bene...
smash something. I only put bodies like this on when a mission requires it. But once I’ve got it on…” She shrugged, a gesture that looked distinctly odd in the dog’s body. “But no fetch for me today. I’ll go change.” She wandered off toward the room where Wax let her store her other bodies: bones, hair, nails. Most of ...
This wasn’t from her body. They didn’t know if her strange trellium spikes had influenced her madness. The kandra all said the spikes hadn’t been to blame, but something had turned her against Harmony, sent her down a paranoid path. Something had taken the woman he loved and turned her into Bleeder. He refused to accep...
Harmony knew Wax far too well. A mystery was a better way to get his attention than an explanation. Damn him. He tucked that envelope away again. “Nice work,” he said to Marasi. “Very nice work.” “Thank you,” she said. “We should have a chance at some more members of the Set soon. I’m planning a sting.” She turned towa...
of this page?” She handed it over and Wax settled back in his seat, Steris peeking over his shoulder as he read through dated entries in the notebook. “Looks like…” he said. “Annotated shipping records, into Elendel? ‘Box one yard square, stamped with foodstuff labels, inspected four out of six times. Larger crate with...
child. Didn’t help that she was as tall as Wax was, in that body. Then she took his hand and crouched down, meeting his eyes. “I’m sorry, Wayne,” she said softly. “I need to leave you. Today. It’s over. I tried to prepare you for this … but it was probably more painful to string it out, wasn’t it?” “Dunno,” he said. “N...
something. Something indeed. “Thanks,” he said. “That was sweet of you to tell me. It … helps.” “I thought it might,” she said. “Goodbye, Wayne.” She let go of his hand and walked out. Knowing her, she’d send someone to box up the rest of her bodies. She’d picked the emerald today because it was one of her favorites—sh...
believe I’ve been called adorable since I was Max’s age.” “She should get her eyesight checked,” Steris said. “Marasi, dear? I have goggles with corrective lenses, arranged in the drawers to your right.” “I’m fine,” Marasi said, stepping in. Steris clicked her tongue and pointed at the sign just above the doorway. GOGG...
when he died.” Wax looked up from his experiment. “What did he say?” “He talked about men of gold and red,” Marasi said. “Like Miles. And then … he talked about starting the ashfalls again, as in the Catacendre. Restoring the days of darkness and ash.” “Impossible,” Wax said. “The land just isn’t set up that way anymor...
as if it were made of pure white light. But it also has something strange happening in the red, as if it has a light beyond what the machine can calculate or read.” “I’ve only seen something like this once before,” Wax said. “From harmonium?” Marasi guessed. “Yes.” He tapped the table, then shook his head. “In dealing ...
if it’s possible to make lerasium again, we need to know about it.” “You still could have told me,” she said. “I wanted to have something useful to show first,” Wax said. He walked over to join her, passing Steris, who was fiddling with the trellium spike. Beside Marasi, he looked up at the wall of pinned ideas again. ...
mashed people up into a similar ball of cravats and heels. You could almost not notice that some were Terris and others were koloss-blooded. Hard to miss that rusting airship dominating the sky, but keeping your head down helped. Maybe today’s funeral was for the city itself. Or at least its naiveté. The Drunken Spur w...
seen you get through worse.” “When?” “That one time you literally got a cannonball through the stomach.” He looked up. “Oh yeah. That was something else.” Jaxy had gone pale. “Did it hurt?” “Not as much as you’d think,” he said. “Like, yeah, I got torn in half. But I think my body was just kinda confused, you know? Not...
me for the better part of fifteen years.” “Yeah? And how’s my taste, on average?” “I…” Ranette said. “Damn. Stop aiming for the vital bits, Wayne. This is supposed to be a friendly meal.” “Sorry,” he said, then put his elbows on the table, holding his head in his hands. They still hadn’t seen their actual server, which...
what friends was about. Making you look a little silly when you were together, so that you didn’t look really stupid when you were apart. But the way she said that last bit … it stung. He understood people, didn’t he? Wax and Marasi, they were great at the investigating part. But they needed someone like Wayne who real...
a mechanical way to accomplish it … “Oh!” Marasi said. “I should have mentioned. That spike had a similar reaction to the other spikes I harvested.” “It’s like Allomancy,” Steris said. “Like the trellium spike is using Allomancy to Push.” “No,” Wax said. “It’s more like magnetism. The trellium spike responds to other s...
kinds of odd rules about the metal, and Wax had trouble separating the superstitions from the science. Supposedly, you couldn’t put a large concentration of ettmetal in one place, otherwise it caused strange reactions—though Allik didn’t know specifics. The perky Southerner marched up to Marasi with his offerings and h...
money for one of your masks.” “What?” Allik said, hand going to his mask, which was still up on the top of his head. “My mask?” “There has been discussion among the kandra lately,” he said, “about your masks. Many of us think they are as integral to your natures as hair or nails—virtually a part of your skeleton. As su...
had failed. Electrolysis had failed. A dozen other ideas had failed as well. There was a reason he’d lost momentum on the project. But of all they’d tried, electric currents seemed to have come the closest. He activated the machine, and didn’t bother closing the front of the safe box. He’d run this experiment often eno...
Investiture—and it repels harmonium even harder. I thought … what if I stretched a nugget apart like this, then used trellium to try to split it? Might that repel the two sides harder, and actually separate out some atium and lerasium?” He looked to the others in turn. “What … are the chances that blows things up?” All...
interlocking diamonds. It looked vaguely familiar to Wax, though he didn’t think he’d ever seen the symbol before. More, the pattern reminded him of something. “You ever seen this?” Wax asked VenDell. “Uh…” he said, “that is a question I’m forbidden to answer. My apologies, Lord Ladrian.” “Forbidden?” Steris asked. “By...
initial patents are lapsing.” “You guys,” Wayne said, “really need to get girlfriends or somethin’.” “Oh, we both are dating, Master Wayne,” Short Boring Guy said. “Garisel is quite popular, I must say. And you have no idea how wild lady accountants can be! Why, the other night—” “Shut it,” Wayne grumbled. “Don’t rub i...
rage to be experienced in a similar way to drunkenness—with a controlled outlet, with someone for everyone to dislike.” They looked at him blankly. “We’re gonna get a bunch of chaps to beat on one another,” Wayne said in a lower-class accent. “Playin’ for teams representin’ the octants, so everyone can pick their favor...
Wayne said, “and once these guys what play noseball get famous, have them drive the cars around so they get more popular and whatnot. Oh, and let’s call it something other than noseball. Maybe change the long runner positions to let those two be Metalborn. Same with the goalie. That’ll make things more interesting.” “A...
she got sometimes. That was the biggest revelation of recent years—helped by discussions with the women of her book group. Some of her preparations went beyond helpful. Understanding that line was vital to understanding herself. And she had to admit, today the others showed some wisdom. They let VenDell go first, at he...
the top of what remained of the box. Steris wagged a glove in front of him. “Right,” he said, slipping it on, then feeling around the top of the broken steel box. His hand came away dusted with some black shavings—a fine metal powder. VenDell walked up beside them. Marasi was inspecting the safe box’s door, while Allik...
Ladrian, you pull Investiture directly from the Spiritual Realm and use it to do work. Much like energy does work in those lights. But here is the key idea: Investiture, matter, and energy are all the same, fundamentally.” “I … felt that, once,” Waxillium said, expression distant. “When I held the Bands. That all thing...
rather than in their father. Marasi seemed lost in thought, though what she found fascinating about the broken door was beyond Steris. However, she stayed quiet, not wishing to interrupt. Silence didn’t bother Steris. It was a purely neutral experience. “The world is changing so fast,” Marasi finally whispered. “I’m ba...
that he, in turn, tried to be part of her world. Taking more interest in politics. Spending time with her doing the finances. They fit together, better than she’d ever dreamed they would. And she still felt warm every time they touched. “Let’s get some tea,” Wax said, climbing to his feet with her help, “and talk this ...
a symbol, yah? A statement? They have been too lax with your people, and wish to indicate this laxness will end.” He shifted in place, then lifted his mask. “Sorry.” “You didn’t choose this, Allik.” “No,” he said. “But I didn’t not choose it.” “Dear, yes you did.” Marasi squeezed his arm. “You don’t have to take respon...
I suppose I don’t need to tell you that. Did he send you a note, Lord Waxillium?” “Yes,” Wax said. “I think he implied that I should make an earring out of trellium.” “Whatever for?” Marasi said, frowning. “I don’t know,” Wax replied. “I think he’s trying to get me interested, since I’ve ignored his last couple of invi...
listenin’ to those fellows in prison,” Wayne said. “VenDell, you want to come with? Maybe I could give you tips on your accent?” “Master Wayne,” he said, “I am an immortal kandra with hundreds of years’ experience doing impersonations.” “And you always sound snide and upper class,” Wayne said, “in every body I’ve seen ...
on them—and continued reading. Searching for any mentions of explosions in cities across the Basin. To pass the time, they also looked for anything amusing. “‘Pickled Pachyderm Plays Piano,’” Steris said, holding one up. “Why do they always pick ‘pachyderm’ for these alliterative sentences?” “Because it’s a funny word?...
that smile. He found himself wishing this hunt were for lower stakes. Ashes falling again, he thought, shivering. He’d often imagined what it would have been like to live in the mythical days before the Catacendre. When the Ascendant Warrior and Wax’s own distant ancestor, the Counselor of Gods, had walked the land. Wh...
come back to Elendel—determined to put his past in the Roughs behind him. Because it was what he thought he should do. And … well, because a part of him had been broken. A gouge that had eventually been ripped back open by Lessie’s return. Lying near death on a frozen mountaintop to the south had changed his perspectiv...
it. Improve it.” “How?” Steris asked. “Should we search for records of harmonium busts?” “I doubt that would show up in the broadsheets,” Wax said, turning around the room. “The Set is good at hiding its resource movement, especially of contraband. Marasi’s investigation proves that.” So what? Was there any way to find...
What would they want to smuggle into Elendel? A bomb. “It looked like they were checking different cargo sizes,” he said. “And how likely they were to be inspected when brought in via train or truck.” “And how big would this bomb be?” Steris said. “Theoretically.” “It’s the generator that would be big,” Wax explained. ...
as a kind of smoke screen. When I attacked it, the haze infected my ability to see the future. Temporarily. I will be rid of it in a few years. That’s nothing on the timescale of gods. And yet…” “And yet, the danger is right now.” “Yes,” Harmony said. “Like a nearsighted person, I can see the danger now that it has com...
he hadn’t left everything about his past behind. A thread lingered, a raw nerve exposed to the air. Thinking of Telsin with the power of a deity in her hands … Rusts. She’d spent her youth manipulating people. Getting her way. Telsin always got her way. It had been bad enough when she’d been able to persuade the adults...
is trying what she can. If Telsin destroys Elendel, she can try to take control of the Basin and prove to Trell that she is capable of ruling this planet. I do not know if this is her true motive, but it is what seems most likely.” Harmony glanced to him. “I’m sorry. I had not realized she would go this far.” Wax looke...
will abandon her. That is our best bet.” “And the army Autonomy is bringing?” “We will have to hope we have time to stop them after your sister’s plan is subverted.” It didn’t sound like much of a strategy. He looked to Harmony, and saw something different this time. Not the vastness of the powers, or even the figure o...
life isn’t over merely because you didn’t need it for a while. You need it now. We all do.” He stood up beside her. “I’ll need to fetch my coat and my guns from the mansion.” “I have them here,” she said, moving some stacks of broadsheets to uncover a cleaner’s bag—from which she removed his mistcoat. “I should have gu...
about the potential for a bomb.” “I don’t know if he will listen,” Steris said. “The senators and the governor don’t even listen to you—they’ll outright ignore me.” “Still, we should try.” “We … could appoint someone to represent the house…” “Steris,” he said, “I stepped up to lead the house because of your dreams of w...
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paper, which he tucked away. Then she consulted her list again. Little Maxillium stepped up beside his mother, looking very serious as he scanned his own list of scribbles. At five years old he knew his letters, but preferred to make up his own. “Dog picture,” Max said, as if reading from his list. “I might need one of...
governor. Like … eating hotel food and finding it wasn’t awful, or spending time with Wayne and then discovering you still had a pocket watch. However, the governor’s job was the type that chewed up the good people but let the bad ones float blissfully along. Aradel had stepped down two years back. And it had made sens...
Malwish are at an all-time high,” Wax said. “This is a time for the Basin to unite, not a time to drive wedges between our cities!” “This is about uniting!” another voice called. The dockworkers’ senator, Melstrom. He was mostly a puppet for Hasting and Erikell, nobles who had consistently been a painful spike in Wax’s...
everyone outside Elendel is so frustrated with us! The revolutionaries in the other cities wouldn’t have gotten so far without the support of their people. If the average person living outside Elendel weren’t so damned angry about our trade policies and general arrogance, we wouldn’t be in this position. “This bill isn...
fire carefully. He’d made these arguments before—mostly in private—to many of the senators in this room. He was making headway, but he needed more time. With these letters, he could return to each senator, the ones on the fence, and share the words. The ideas. Persuade. His gut said that if the vote happened today, the...
simple vote like this, a more straw poll method would do—unless the vote turned out to be very close. It wasn’t. The real vote, on the bill, would proceed. “Have you any more explosions to detonate, Ladrian?” the governor said. “Or can we get on with this?” “No more explosions, Your Honor,” Wax said with a sigh. “They ...
bullet. Lady Faula and Senator Vindel. How will they break? And Maraya? Was she persuaded, or … Two of them voted for the bill, along with multiple others that he’d been uncertain about. Wax felt a sinking feeling, worse than being shot, as the vote proceeded—and eventually landed at 122 for, 118 against. The bill pass...
Cities are focused on the so-called Lawman Senator of the Roughs, whose recent visits north of the Basin have solidified his stance with which many Outer City dwellers concur: Representation Before Supremacy. Governor Varlance and his cronies vehemently oppose this tack, their views summed up in Vice Governor Adawathwy...
a strange aesthetic that mixed the feel of a fortress with modern sleek lines and steel finishings. As they drove closer, the roadway passed under a large elevated railway that ran in a circle around the city. Some sections were unfinished, but big swaths of it were already in operation. Everything had a metallic feel ...
The person wearing a white mask?” “It was black,” the woman said, passing that little test. “Yes. That was me.” “And … are you human?” “One hundred percent,” the woman said. “I’m not a local though.” She pulled off her cap, revealing straight black hair in a ponytail and uncommon features. A shape to the eyes Marasi ha...
Moonlight said, “how art is so destructive?” “Art?” Marasi said, frowning. “Destructive?” “Each new movement consumes the one that came before,” Moonlight said, starting them forward as the traffic began to creep into motion again. “Chops it up and feeds on the corpse. Takes the bones, but drapes new skin on them. Each...
to outcompete the others by filling the cosmere with versions of herself. Crowd out the competition, so to speak. Like an extremely invasive plant moving into another ecosystem and strangling the local varieties.” Marasi frowned. “I … think I understand.” “Conversations about Autonomy can be confusing,” Moonlight said,...
dangerous regions where she demands that you test yourself. Autonomy is brutal, but also generous. If you impress her, you rise through her ranks. Even if you go against what you’re told, and you are successful, you are rewarded.” “And if you fail?” “It doesn’t go well for you,” Moonlight said. Her eyes grew distant. “...
For now I’m just here to watch.” At a lull in the traffic, Moonlight pulled across—though the other nine trucks had to wait their turn. “And what if bullets start flying?” Marasi asked. “You’re going to sit here and watch?” “I’m not a constable, as you pointed out,” Moonlight said. “So yes. Consider me an external admi...
that, watching the flow of cars on the road ahead. And … found himself imagining that roadway as a river. Because a part of him wished that what Hoid said could be true. Then he waited some more. And some more. Damn. Someone really ought to come up with a way to make it so cars that wanted to cross had a better chance....
do was move some boxes. Who could get into trouble for moving boxes? Even if you did have to keep a gun on you at all times, and be ready to shoot. He swaggered in beside VenDell in his fancy suit and fancier body. “It’s uncanny,” the kandra said, “how you do that. You imitate a person nearly as well as one of my kin.”...
maybe-Dip said. “That won’t be good enough,” VenDell said. “There is a problem. A very large problem.” The two thugs looked at one another. Damn … they were suspicious. Wayne glanced at the people at the perimeter, who would need only one offhand comment to start shooting. So he made a quick decision. The fellow wouldn...
men unloading.” VenDell turned, waving for the process to begin. Hopefully Marasi would keep her head down, like Wayne had told her. She was too damn obvious, that one. Needed to learn how to scrunch her face up and become someone she wasn’t, once in a while. Really helped with the self-loathing. Still shouldn’t have c...
sting inside my city?” “I have jurisdiction in the entire Basin,” Marasi said, fishing for the paperwork. “Constable-General Reddi authorized it under the oversight of the governor.” “You claim jurisdiction in the entire Basin!” Blantach said, waving the authorizations away. “Rusting Elenders. Of course you would pull ...
quash it entirely?” Marasi whispered. “Why’d they let you continue?” “I was determined.” That wasn’t it. If the Set had known about this mission, and had been intent on quashing it, they would have. The weapons were being smuggled here to arm the forces in Bilming anyway, Marasi realized. So it’s fine if the government...
Elendel in a scandal, he would want to cause as many casualties as possible. While the others were recovering, Marasi dove for one of the aluminum guns. But the Sequence took aim and fired directly in front of her, driving her—still unarmed—into cover behind an overturned truck. The Allomantic Push had stopped for now,...