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and chaotic tempest. He had saved her. How many days during her youth had she fondly dreamed of something like that happening? “Lady Colms?” the butler said, stepping up to the doorway of the room. “I apologize, but the master says that he cannot spare the time to come down and converse with you.” “Oh,” she said, feeli... |
to a legend. And he was wearing a pair of very silly goggles. Waxillium raised them to his forehead. “I’m trying to figure out what alloy they used in those guns.” “The aluminum ones?” she asked, curious. “Yes, but they’re not pure aluminum. They’re something stronger, and the grain is wrong. I’ve never seen this alloy... |
I didn’t mean to make a fuss.” “Very well, then,” he said. “To be honest, I really had forgotten about things like this. It’s basically nonsense, you realize.” “Propriety is nonsense?” “Too much in high society is built around the idea of making certain you don’t need to trust anyone,” Waxillium said. “Contracts, detai... |
assets, you see, I thought that you may not have the tools you need to seek Lady Steris. Lord Harms has agreed to bankroll you for whatever you need as you pursue her rescue.” Waxillium seemed surprised. “That’s wonderful. Thank you.” He paused, then looked at his desk. “Do you think he’d mind paying for this…?” “Not a... |
said, understanding. “Someone has given funds to the bandits, allowing them to p1ull off these robberies. The backing group, however, demands that they kidnap certain people, making it seem like the result of random hostage-takings.” “Yes! He—whoever the backer is—wants the kidnapped women. And the Vanishers, they get ... |
extensive genealogical resources. It was a hobby of his. But what do you think?” “That it is a good thing you’re soon to be engaged, for a good wife would have seen that you got your rest, rather than writing all night by candlelight. That’s bad for your eyes, you know.” “We have electricity,” he said, waving upward. “... |
when you have the funds and means to steal all of this aluminum? They could have stopped there and been rich. And I can’t find 1anything to indicate, with certitude, that the other women taken were indeed Allomancers.” They’re taking just women, Marasi thought, looking at the long lists, tying back to the Lord Mistborn... |
the word “accent.” They thought accents were those things everybody else had. But that wasn’t it at all. Every person had an individual accent, a blend of where he’d lived, what he did for a living, who his friends were. People thought Wayne imitated accents. He didn’t. He outright stole them. They were the only things... |
Basic psychology, that was. “Very well,” he said. Brettin closed the door, speaking quickly and authoritatively. “They were captured in our octant and the crime they were committing was here. We have jurisdiction flat-out. I did send you all a missive.” “A missive? Rust and Ruin, man! You know how many of those we get ... |
shoot him, so Wayne had broken his arm with a dueling cane. Downright rude, trying to shoot like that. When a fellow pulls out a dueling cane, you should respond with one of your own—or at least a knife. Trying to shoot Wayne was like bringing dice to a card game. What was the world coming to? “Has he said anything so ... |
hesitated. “I don’t think they will either. Except maybe Sindren. He’s new, and all.” Good, Wayne thought. “Sindren. Blond fellow, with the scar?” “No. He’s the short guy. Big ears.” The robber squinted at Wayne. “Why don’t I recognize you?” “Why do you think?” Wayne said, standing back and resuming his constable voice... |
up time for us. If you move, they’ll notice the blur and know what happened. Do you understand? Don’t nod yes. Just say so.” “Um … yes.” “Good,” Wayne said. “As I said, Clamps sent me, and I’m here to get you out. Seems the boss worries you fellows will talk.” “I won’t!” the youth said, voice nearly a squeak as he obvi... |
said. “I’m on your side, remember? You’re just lucky that I am.” “Yeah.” “All right,” Wayne said, lowering his voice, remaining still. “I don’t know if I can get you out by force. Face it, kid, you’re not worth it. But I can help you. I want you to talk to the constables.” “What?” “Give me until evening,” Wayne said. “... |
philosopher,” Waxillium said, smiling idly. “Lawkeeping and philosophy are both about questions. I was drawn to law by a need to find the answers nobody else could, to capture the men everyone considered uncatchable. Philosophy is similar. Questions, secrets, puzzles. The human mind and the nature of the universe—the t... |
of the bunch.” “He was worth the most money.” Marasi frowned. “I looked at that board,” Waxillium said, “and I thought to myself, ‘Well, any of these blokes is right likely to kill me. So I might as well pick the one worth the most.’ I needed the money. I hadn’t had anything to eat in three days but jerky and a few bea... |
is written into the law. But I don’t really want to put on trousers and be her. I feel like a coward for admitting it sometimes.” “It’s all right,” he said. “You have to be yourself. But none of that explains why you are studying law.” “Oh, I do want to change the city,” she said, growing eager. “Though I feel that tra... |
long have you been out there?â/p> Wayneâ™ head poked around the corner, wearing a constableâ™ hat. âœh, a little while. Seemed like you two were having some kind of â˜mart peopleâ™moment. Didnâ™ want to interfere.â/p> âœise of you. Your stupidity can be infectious.â/p> âœonâ™ use your fancy words â™ound me, son.âWa... |
notes mention.â/p> âœe can use my carriage, if you like,âMarasi said. To the side, Tillaume walked in, carrying a basket in one hand and a tray with tea in the other. He set the basket beside the door, then set the tray on the table and began pouring tea. Waxillium eyed Marasi. âœou want to come? I thought you said y... |
supposed tea preparations and leveled a pistol at Waxillium. There was no time for thought. Waxillium burned steel—he kept it in him when he thought he might be in danger—and Pushed on the third button of his vest. He always wore one made of steel there, to use either for restoring his metal reserves or as a weapon. It... |
us running into anything.” “Do you even listen to yourself when you say these things?” Waxillium asked, hands on hips as he regarded his friend. “That’s brick and stone. If I Push too hard, I’ll just throw myself backward into the explosion.” “It’s getting really, really close!” Marasi said. “So make yourself heavier,”... |
floor beneath them had been crushed practically to splinters, the nails flattened to little disks. Part of his downward Push must have been while he still had the increased weight. They were covered with chips of wood and plaster dust. The ceiling was a wreck, sections of wood smoldering, bits of ash and debris wafting... |
composed myself. Thank you.” He nodded to her, pulling out his handkerchief and handing it over, then knelt by Wayne. The man’s back was crusted with blood and burned skin, but it had been lifted and raised as scabs, new skin forming underneath. “Is it bad?” Wayne asked, eyes still closed. “You’ll pull through.” “I mea... |
explosion to mean we’ve gone to meet Ironeyes.” “Right,” Waxillium said. “We’ll have an hour or two while the house is searched and Tillaume is identified—if there’s enough left to identify. During that time, we’ll be thought dead.” “It’ll give us a little time to think,” Wayne said. “Come on. We should move quick.” He... |
Fifth Octant. Marasi looked out at the busy street, her arms folded. Horses and carriages passed, and people flowed down sidewalks like the little blood cells through veins she’d looked at under a microscope at the university. They got clogged at corners or at sections where the paving stones were being replaced. Lord ... |
motorcar. Those were still rare, but one of her professors claimed that they would eventually replace horses. She tried to keep her mind on their task. There was more to the Vanishers than just the kidnappings and the robberies. What of the way the trains’ cargo disappeared so abruptly, giving the Vanishers their name?... |
it all the time, when I stay up too late.…” He grinned underneath his hat. “Wax, when are we going to go see Ranette?” “We’re not,” Waxillium said. “What makes you think we will?” “Well, we’re in town. She’s in town too—moved here before you did, and all. Our house exploded. We could go see her, you know. Be all friend... |
must have Pushed him, for the wiry man leaped a good twelve feet and landed on the roof. Waxillium followed, jumping more gracefully, landing without a sound. They moved over to the far corner, where Wayne swung down and kicked in a window. Waxillium swung in after him. She waited a few tense minutes. The coachman didn... |
… not certain how I should take that,” Marasi said. “With a pinch of copper,” Waxillium said. “And a healthy dose of skepticism. Just like anything Wayne says.” He held out his hand. Marasi frowned, raising her palm. He dropped something into it. Some bits of metal that looked like they’d been scraped off the floor, wh... |
left. Wayne smiled. “Damn. Sure is good to see him acting more like himself again.” “So he wasn’t always so solemn?” “Oh, Wax has always been solemn,” Wayne said, wiping his nose with his handkerchief. “But when he’s at his best, there’s a smirk underneath. C’mon.” He led her to the back part of the building. There was... |
floor below. There wasn’t really any space for hiding things. Wayne poked through some cupboards built into the wall, checking for explosives, then knocking for hidden compartments. Marasi looked around, but quickly determined that there wasn’t anything to find here. Other than, perhaps, the explosives. Explosives. “Wa... |
like. So I tried it out. Left a man dead. Father of three.” He pulled out of the broken cupboard, then held something up. It looked like cards of some sort. “Clues?” she asked eagerly. “Nudes,” he said, flipping through them. “Old ones. Probably from before our bandits bought this place.” He flipped through a few more,... |
walked in. He raised an eyebrow at the two of them sitting there on the floor. âœee now,âWayne said. âœeâ™e having a heart-to-heart, here. Donâ™ go stomping in and making a mess of things.â/p> ✠wouldnâ™ dream of it,âWaxillium said. ✠spoke with the local beggars. The Vanishers have been moving something large in ... |
you will find him. In a way, that makes him predictable. I assume your explosive trapsâ”oolproof though you promised they would beâ”ere ineffective?â/p> Clamps coughed into his hand. âœity,âMiles said. He took his silver lighter, still in his hand from lighting the cigar, and put it back in his pocket. It bore the se... |
Oh, the rich will make their own codes, will force us to live by them. But our law is the law of humanity itself. “Men who work for me, they are given the dispensation of reform. Their work here washes away their previous … infractions. Tell them I am proud of them, Clamps. I realize we’ve been through something trauma... |
you believe in it, but you don’t let it cloud your vision. In fact, your cause is not so different from that of my associates and me. I think it is a worthy goal, and you a worthy leader.” Mister Suit turned over his broadsheet. “The shootings at the last robbery threaten to undermine my confidence in that assessment.”... |
you have … other things recommending you. Especially since you did renounce your claim to privilege.” “Not to privilege,” Suit said. “Merely to title. And I still think you intended to provoke Waxillium. That’s why you shot Peterus.” “I shot Peterus because he was an impostor,” Miles snapped. “He pretended to seek just... |
For the most part. Noting Marasi’s confused look, Waxillium explained, “Normally a Feruchemist has to be sparing. It can take months to store up health or weight. I’ve been walking around at half weight since breaking us through the floor, trying to recover some of what I expended. I’ve barely filled my metalmind to a ... |
is far more dangerous than I’d thought.” “Delightful.” Wayne 1grinned. “Well, we wanted you to have the full experience. You know, for science and all.” “Actually,” Waxillium said, “I’ve been thinking of how best to send you someplace safe.” “You want to be rid of me?” she asked. She widened her eyes to look heartbroke... |
“Well,” she said quickly, “I—” “Oh, not at you,” Wayne said. “At Wax. I’d have expected that he’d put this sort of thing together on your first meeting.” “I’m growing slow in my old age,” Waxillium said dryly. “It’s not really very useful,” she said, looking down. “When I saw Wayne using his Slider ability, I started t... |
way a lawman learned to work, out in the Roughs. We aren’t so different, Miles and I, he thought. Perhaps that was what had always frightened him so much about the man. The train slowed, pulling into their station. 12 Wayne stepped out of the carriage, following Waxillium and Marasi. He looked up to the carriage man, t... |
whazzat sir? What whassat, sir?” “Wayne, what are you babbling about?” Waxillium turned, inspecting the canal to the right. It was wide and deep here, intended for carrying barges full of food into the city. “Practicing my pretzel1 guy,” Wayne said. “He had a great accent. Must have been from one of the new rim towns, ... |
then drop the bubble and create another—you can’t move the bubbles once they’re up—and repeat.” Wax shook his head, hands on hips. “The cost in bendalloy would be incredible. With one nugget worth about five hundred notes, Wayne can compress about two minutes into fifteen external seconds. To compress time equal to fiv... |
like you. You have a pretty accent too, and some nice bounce to you in the cloud area.” “Dare I ask what that is?” “The white, puffy things that float high above the fruitful land where the seeds are planted.” She blushed even further. “Wayne! That might be the most crude thing anyone has ever said to me.” “I strives f... |
but still there. A new love would help a lot. Wayne was certain of it, so he found himself quite pleased with himself as Marasi started moving, eventually wandering over to where Wax was working1. She touched his arm, and he pointed at something on the ground beside the canal. Together, they inspected it. Wayne strolle... |
side, which saved his life as the bullet ripped through the glass window at the end of the railcar. Waxillium twisted, pulling a revolver from its holster. A figure in black stood in the next car, looking through the broken window. He wore the mask again, eyes exposed, knit covering the rest of his features. The build ... |
hand and leg. Miles’s masked head soon poked out between the cars. Waxillium fired a single quick shot, Pushing the bullet forward with Allomancy for extra speed against the howling wind. He nailed Miles right in the left eye socket. The man’s head snapped backward, and blood sprayed against the side of the railcar beh... |
tracks just below. Desperate, Waxillium tried to Push himself up into the air. Miles was ready for this, and as soon as Waxillium started to rise, the other man hooked his foot under the bottom ladder rung and held on. Waxillium lurched, still feeling dazed, but didn’t go into the air. He Pushed harder, but Miles hung ... |
gun dropped. Miles reached for it. Wax casually lowered his gun and shot the other weapon, knocking it backward and off the shaking top of the train. “Dammit!” Miles swore. “Do you know how much those things are worth?” Still on one knee, Wax raised his gun beside his head, the wind of the train’s motion blowing the sm... |
‘great catch’ of the last five years? I remember you hunting him, I remember your nights without sleep, your anxiety. The blood on the dirt in the center of Weathering when he left old Burlow’s daughter dead for you to find. Where did he come from?” Waxillium didn’t reply. Pars had been a murderer from the City, a butc... |
the bottom. He didn’t even flinch. Stories told all around the Roughs claimed that after suffering hundreds of wounds that should have killed him, Miles had grown completely oblivious to pain. Miles held his hands out, ready to grab Waxillium—but he’d also be able to whip out that knife in a flash. Waxillium got out hi... |
into the air. He reached a good height, then Shoved on the rails behind him, shooting forward. A careful Push below, a continuous Push behind. The wind roared around him, his clothing a noisy flurry, blood seeping from the wound at his side. There was a thrill to this, the flight of a Coinshot. It was a freedom no othe... |
exactly how Miles’s Compounding would affect his stamina. Perhaps he might be capable of running longer distances than he should be able to. “We almost have your men out, m’lord,” another apprentice said, entering. “Those locks aren’t supposed to be this hard to open!” Waxillium drank his water. Miles had planned his t... |
healing to bring him back from practically any wound.” A Pewterarm, or even a lesser Bloodmaker like Wayne, could be killed with a direct shot to the head. Miles could heal so quickly even that wouldn’t kill him. He was said to keep the healing running constantly. From what Waxillium knew of Compounding, it could be ve... |
little,” he said, smiling and pulling his other sleeve on. He began doing the buttons. Wayne looked so amused he was having trouble standing up. “All right,” she said, raising her hands to the sides of her face. “I realize that I get a little flustered sometimes. I’m just not used to things exploding, people getting sh... |
was a typical Elendel neighborhood. Vibrant, lush walnut trees lined either side of the cobbled street. Even after seven months back in the city, the trees still made him stare. Out in the Roughs, trees as large as these were rare. And here was an entire street full of them, mostly ignored by the inhabitants. He, Wayne... |
actually want me to help?” Wayne said. “Right. You still have that aluminum gun I gave you?” “Tucked in the small of my back,” Waxillium said. “Without any bullets.” “Hey, Ranette!” Wayne called. “I’ve got a neat gun you can have!” She hesitated. “Wait,” Waxillium said, “I wanted that—” “Don’t be a baby,” Wayne said to... |
us. Dangerous people. Can we come in?” She tucked the revolver into her belt. “Fine. But if Wayne touches anything—anything—I’ll blow off the offending fingers.” * * * Marasi kept her tongue as they were led into the building. She wasn’t particularly fond of being referred to as an “ornament.” But she was fond of remai... |
didn’t have electricity,” Ranette said, sitting at her desk in a chair with wheels on the bottom. She waved an absent hand, and a long, thin tool flipped out of a cubby on the wall. It flew toward her and she snatched it, then brought it down and began prodding at the gun Waxillium had given her. From what Marasi under... |
at her, and had been edging through the room closer and closer to her seat. “Whatever,” Ranette said, turning back to her work. “Don’t really care. But you’re not getting a new Sterrion.” “Nobody else’s guns shoot as straight as yours, Ranette.” She didn’t reply. She did glare at Wayne, who had moved up to the point wh... |
being politely told I was useless. Useless to my father because of my birth; useless as an Allomancer; useless to Steris, as I was an embarrassment. Sometimes, accomplishment can temper perception. Or so I hope.” He nodded. “I have something for you to do. It will be dangerous.” She dropped the bullet into the box. “To... |
after being shot a few times, so you want to knock them down and keep them there long enough for their body to realize it should be dying rather than fighting. Of course, the best way to drop one is just hit him in the head the first time.” A Pewterarm wouldn’t be like Miles, capable of healing immediately. They had gr... |
it might be so from the shape of the barrel, but the mechanics inside are distinctive.” “Who is he?” Wayne asked, leaning down further. Ranette pointedly put a hand to Wayne’s forehead and pushed him back. “Gunsmith. Disappeared about a year ago. We had a correspondence going. Nobody’s heard from him.” She held up a pi... |
have revealed yourself,” Suit said sternly. “I wasn’t about to shoot Wax without him seeing me, Suit,” Miles said. “He deserves more respect than that.” The words gnawed at him as he said them. He hadn’t mentioned the first shot he’d taken at Wax, the one while the man’s back had been turned. Nor had he mentioned the c... |
and going.” “We will move you soon,” Suit said. “The Set is in the process of acquiring a railway station. You are still committed to the job tonight?” “I am. We need more resources.” “My colleagues question that,” Suit said. “They wonder why we went to so much trouble to outfit your men with aluminum, if it was only t... |
the two would fight Wax, but they would also keep an eye on Miles. Great. More interference. “I’m leaving the city,” Suit said. “Wax is getting too close. If you survive the night, send someone to update me.” He said that last part with a hint of a smile. Insufferable bastard, Miles thought as Suit walked over to the l... |
the purpose of any cause. Of them all, only Tarson—dear, brutal Tarson—had anything resembling true loyalty. Clamps claimed to be dedicated, though Miles knew otherwise. Well, Clamps hadn’t been the one to fire the first shot in the last mess. For all Miles’s professions about wanting to change things, his temper—and n... |
over my men. Use your Allomancy to determine if any of them accidentally left metal on their bodies. I want them clean.” The two men looked at each other. They didn’t behave as if they cared to obey him. “Go,” Miles said more firmly. “So long as you’re here, you should be useful.” After another moment of hesitation, th... |
of the way to make a handier pathway between her workshop and her bedroom. The other half of the room was strewn with boxes of various kinds of ammunition, bits of scrap metal, and cast barrels for gun making. There was dust everywhere. Very like her. He’d asked her for a way to prop up his paper pad, expecting her to ... |
“Most of the attacks happened on misty nights, apparently to make it much easier to hide the fact that the phantom ‘train’ is really just a false front with a large headlamp, attached to a moving rail platform.” “You’re certain?” “Reasonably,” Waxillium said. “They’re using the canals to attack, and so they need some s... |
to be as quick and as silent as possible. “But it will still be dangerous. People might die, innocent ones. I’ll try my best to keep them from harm, and I firmly believe I have a better chance against Miles than the constables would. I realize that you are studying to be an attorney and a judge, and that your training ... |
would be bad for her. Very bad. He’d thought the same of Lessie, and he had been right. “There’s another thing I’m thinking about you,” she said softly. “Can you guess it?” All too well. With reluctance, he broke her gaze and looked at the pad. “Yes. You are thinking that I should talk Ranette into lending you a rifle.... |
felt cap. “Sorry, ma’am,” one of them finally said, making way for him. Now, there’s a nice boy, Wayne thought, patting his arm and hobbling forward. One by one, people made way for him. Sometimes it took a little fit of coughing that sounded like it might be contagious. Wayne was careful not to look like a beggar. Tha... |
“That steel is six inches thick,” the guard said. “The amount of dynamite it would take to blow it open would likely destroy the contents of the car.” “But surely an Allomancer could get in,” Wayne said. “How? They could Push on the metal all they wanted; it’s so heavy, it would toss them backward. And even if they som... |
guard said. “But I chased ’im off.” “Who was he?” Wayne said, walking over to the wig. “He threw this aside as he passed me.” “Was dressed up like an elderly woman,” the guard said, scratching his head. “Asking me questions about the Breaknaught.” “Damn it all, man. That must have been one of the Vanishers!” The guard ... |
captain he’d talked to earlier and saluted. “Sir,” he said. “I’m Farnsward Dubs—Lord Evenstrom Tekiel said I should report to you.” An Outer Estates accent with a hint of ar1istocracy, picked up from so long associating with them. The man was looking frazzled. “Very well. I guess we can use every man.” “Sorry, sir,” Wa... |
to the large cargo car, kicked the counterbalance lever to the side, and ran forward. He slammed the door on the Breaknaught shut—Wax inside the railcar, Wayne himself standing outside—before anyone thought to stop him. The gunfire stopped. Nearby, the guards cowering behind cover looked at Wayne with horrified express... |
to do this, he thought toward Harmony. Did an accusation count as a prayer? Well, here I am. I’ll expect a little help, if that’s acceptable to your immortal plan, and all that. The cargo box was beside him. He could see why House Tekiel was so proud of the job they’d done; the welded strongbox would be ridiculously di... |
“Aw, hell,” Wayne said. “What is—” She was cut off by a loud series of shots, incredibly fast. She jumped back by reflex, ducking down, though nothing was aimed at them. Wayne grabbed the spyglass, raising it. Marasi couldn’t make out what happened next through the darkness and the mists. And she was glad. The shots co... |
extending in the other direction, holding some kind of heavy weight. The barge sank somewhat into the waters as the vault car was lifted, but not as far as Marasi would have assumed. It probably was designed with some means of bottoming out in the canal, perhaps an extendable section underneath the barge. That, plus th... |
when he’d explained his plot to Mister Suit, but it was close. He was proud of what he’d done: not just become a thief, but become one that captured people’s imaginations. Suit could say what he wanted about the theatrics, but they worked. The constables had no idea how he was performing the thefts. “They checked on al... |
but it felt good not to be hated. Feared, yes. But not hated. “So what are we going to do?” Tarson asked. “Nothing,” Miles said. “Wax likely doesn’t realize I’ve guessed he’s there. That gives us an advantage.” “But…” “We can’t open the railcar here,” Miles said. “That’s the entire point of the thing. We’ll need the wo... |
that felt more true. They sailed down past the outer ring of the Fourth and Fifth Octants. Two massive buildings rose up opposite one another across the canal. The tops disappeared into the mists. Tekiel Tower was on one side, the Ironspine on the other. The freight dock for the Ironspine was alongside its own branch f... |
“But boss,” one of the Vanishers called, “the report said the train left without the guards inside!” Miles cocked his gun. “If you find a building without rats, son, then you know that something more dangerous scared them away.” “You think he’s in there?” Push said in a near monotone, stepping up beside him. Obviously,... |
Wax never could stop himself if a woman was in danger. That was when Miles noticed the string. Thin, almost invisible, it led from the fallen door to the inside of the railcar. It must have been tied to the door, then set inside in a loose pile with lots of slack. When they yanked the door off, the string didn’t snap, ... |
He kicked up a chunk of metal, then Pushed it in front of him. It drew gunfire as he charged after it, Pushing behind himself to rise soaring through the air. He turned sideways, firing as he flew, mostly to force the enemy to keep their heads down. He managed to shoot one, however, before hitting the ground and slidin... |
and holding a pair of dueling canes. Wayne hit hard right beside Waxillium, grunting in pain, and the distinctive shimmer of a speed bubble popped up around them. “Ouch,” Wayne said, rolling over and stretching out his leg, lett1ing it heal from fracturing. “You didn’t need to jump down so quickly,” Waxillium said. “Oh... |
He hit the building beside him and grabbed hold. Something dark soared out of the hole and into the air. The Coinshot. He was joined by a second man wearing black, also some kind of Allomancer, though the trajectory of his flight looked more like that of a Lurcher.1p> Great. Waxillium pointed his gun downward and drove... |
the sky away from the tower. Good, Waxillium thought. Now over a hundred feet in the air, he grabbed the facade. He fired down at the Lurcher, but the man was Pulling carefully. Waxillium’s bullet arced and hit the plate on the Lurcher’s chest. Waxillium hesitated for a moment, then let go of the wall, balancing as he ... |
the better the men shooting at him would get at judging the pauses. If he tried it too long, he’d get hit. Waxillium took in the scene, then held out a hand to Marasi. “Dynamite.” She handed him her stick. “Find cover. Try and hit that Coinshot when he comes down for us.” Waxillium dashed into the room, firing without ... |
dropping the nets around Miles. As Miles jerked about in surprise, Waxillium Pushed on the clasps at the bottom of the nets, shooting them out of the gaping hole where the door had been. That pulled the nets tight at the bottom and yanked Miles’s feet out from under him. Miles hit the floor of the railcar’s interior, b... |
we, with the powers we have, are divine.” He seemed to almost be begging for Waxillium to agree, to give him justification. Waxillium just coughed. “Bah,” Miles said, straightening up. He flexed a hand. “You don’t think I realize that the only way to stop me is to tie me up? A little explosion can serve a man so well, ... |
injured badly; a few scrapes to his face, the sort of thing a Pewterarm could ignore. Too bad. But at least the hat was doing all right. The man had begun to charge toward Wayne, moving extremely slowly, yet noticeably faster than the other Vanishers. It was frustrating, but Wayne knew he had to stay away from the man.... |
was going to kill him for that—and he’d left his other gun up above when grabbing Marasi. He was down to this. He unsuccessfully tried to cock the tiny pistol with a shaking hand. He didn’t dare prod to feel the extent of his wounds. His leg and arm had been flayed. Mist continued to flood down from the hole above. It ... |
dead. Instead, she was simply unarmed. She had to get to a weapon, had to do something. Wayne had been shot; he’d lured the Coinshot away, but he’d been dripping blood when she’d seen him. The room was chaos, and it left her disoriented. Wayne had told her that the dynamite sticks they had were relatively small ones, b... |
away. But she couldn’t move. The mist-shrouded shadows at the corner of the room began to shift. She ripped her gaze away from Miles. Something dark moved in the mists. A man, standing up tall. The mists seemed to draw back. Waxillium stood there, wearing a large, dusterlike coat, cut into strips below the waist. A pai... |
said with a grimace. “Wow. She’s gonna rip out your insides, mate.” “I’ll be sure to blame you for it,” Wax said, still watching the Coinshot. “He’s good. Dangerous. We’ll never take out Miles unless that Allomancer is dead.” “But you’ve got those special bullets,” Marasi noted. “One,” Wax said, slipping a shotgun into... |
right, rolling out of the hallway and into a room to its side. He came up and spun, leveling both shotguns back at the doorway. Vanishers from the stairwell piled into the hallway after him, and his arms jerked as he fired twin shotgun blasts. He Pushed, slamming the men back and sending himself crashing out the window... |
see them. A bullet grazed his thigh. He turned and ducked away, leaping over the bodies of the fallen and dashing down the hallway. Bullets chased him, the floor splintering,1 men calling below as they fired everything they had up at him. He hit the door at the end of the hallway. It was locked. A healthy dose of incre... |
smoking shotgun clutched tightly in one arm, Steris in the other. Bullets from below left streaks in the mist as it swirled around them. Steris gasped, clinging to him. Wax drew every bit of weight he had left, draining his metalminds completely. That was hundreds upon hundreds of hours of weight, enough to make him cr... |
fished out some rounds. He reloaded as he crouched down. “Waxillium?” Miles called from deep inside the tunnel. “If you’re done playing, perhaps you’d like to come settle things.” Wax crept up to the tunnel mouth, then stepped inside. The mists had filled it, making it difficult to see—which would work equally against ... |
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