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isn't as disdainful of noble blood as he claims! The two soldiers advanced on him. Yelling in frustration—hearing his own heart thump like a pounding drum—Spook threw himself at the Thug and grappled the man, taking him by surprise. In that moment of confusion, Spook spun him around, using the Thug's body like a shield... |
So he'd learned to confine his worries and concerns to times when he was only with those closest to him. That meant Vin saw too much of his brooding. However, it left him free at other times to project confidence. He moved quickly, letting his horse's hooves beat a thunder for the men to hear. Occasionally, he heard ca... |
in again, sitting tall and letting himself be seen. "They look strong, my lord," Demoux said quietly, moving his horse up beside Elend's. "It was a good speech." Elend nodded. "My lord . . ." Demoux said, "did you mean what you said about the Survivor?" "Of course I did." "I'm sorry, my lord," Demoux said. "I didn't me... |
He lived a very dangerous life. You think he could have avoided beatings, near-deaths, and emotional anguish?" Elend paused. "He gained his powers at the Pits," Demoux said quietly, "because something else came upon him. People who knew him speak of how he was a changed man when he came back. He had purpose—he was driv... |
save the world. True, the near-destruction was his fault in the first place—but he did an admirable job, all things considered. At least he didn't release Ruin to the world as we did. SAZED SLAPPED HIS HORSE ON THE RUMP, sending it galloping away. The beast's hooves kicked up chunks of packed ash as it ran. Its coat ha... |
problems? Couldn't they sense that he was simply a hypocrite, capable of formulating answers that sounded good, yet incapable of following his own advice? He felt lost. He felt a weight, squeezing him, telling him to simply give up. How easily Elend spoke of hope and humor, as if being happy were simply a decision one ... |
workers had to clear away the ash that had fallen during the night. This unending task—along with the need to carry water to most of the new, unirrigated fields—created a very labor-intensive system of agriculture. The plants did grow, however. Sazed's troop passed field after field, each one budding with brown plants.... |
didn't ask why Sazed wanted to leave the group, or what his destination was. Several days later, Sazed arrived—alone—at the Pits of Hathsin. There was little to distinguish the area, now that the ash covered everything. Sazed's feet kicked up clumps of it as he moved to the top of a hill. He looked down on the valley t... |
black. No, it should not have been. Most common ash has a dark component, but is just as much gray or white as it is black. Ash from the ashmounts . . . it was different. Like the mists themselves, the ash covering our land was not truly a natural thing. Perhaps it was the influence of Ruin's power—as black as Preserva... |
before? He trusted it. "Crawl," it said. Spook did as commanded, crawling forward. "No, not toward the flames! You have to get out, so you can punish those who did this to you. Think, Spook!" "Window," Spook croaked, turning to the side, crawling toward one of them. "Boarded shut," the voice said. "You saw this before,... |
dark silhouette. The walls dripped, bubbled, and hissed, their plaster and paints blackening. Yet, this shadow of a person didn't seem to mind the fire. That figure seemed familiar. Tall. Commanding. "You . . .?" Spook whispered. "Go to the desk!" Spook rolled to his knees. He crawled, dragging his useless arm, moving ... |
than one person reported feeling a sentient hatred in the mists. This is not necessarily related to the mists killing people, however. For most—even those it struck down—the mists seemed merely a weather phenomenon, no more sentient or vengeful than a terrible disease. For some few, however, there was more. Those it fa... |
that took many, many years. Other adult kandra went about food preparation. They would stew a mixture of algae and fungi inside stone pits, not unlike the one in which TenSoon would spend eternity. Despite his former hatred of mankind, TenSoon had always found the opportunity to enjoy outside food—particularly aged mea... |
said. "The First Generation." "They are old," MeLaan said. "Old, forgetful, impotent." TenSoon opened his eyes. "You have changed much." She smiled. "They should never have given children of a new generation to be raised by a Third. There are many of us, the younger ones, who would fight. The Seconds can't rule forever... |
seemed ironic to him that MeLaan—who intentionally wore a True Body that was inhuman—would find his use of a dog's body so distasteful. Yet, he could understand. It had taken him quite some time to appreciate the advantages of those bones. He paused. But, no. He had not come to bring revolution. He had come to explain,... |
at the prow, as usual, staring west. He did not brood. He looked like a king, standing straight-backed, staring determinedly toward his goal. He looked so different now from the man he had once been, with his full beard, his longer hair, his uniforms that had been scrubbed white. They were growing worn. Not ragged . . ... |
gained by reading the logbook, Ruin would have removed them long ago. Vin felt as if she'd been led by the nose for the last three years, pulled by invisible strings. She had thought she was having revelations and making great discoveries, but all she'd really been doing was following Ruin's bidding. Yet, Ruin is not o... |
understanding as well. That was a tangent. She needed to focus on what she knew before she could philosophize on what she needed to do. The power was real, and Ruin was real. Ruin had retained some ability to change the world while confined—Sazed had confirmed that his texts had been altered to suit Ruin's purpose. Now... |
that made sense. A place of logic. Every Push had a Pull. Every force had a consequence. She had to discover, then, the laws relating to the thing she was fighting. That would tell her how to beat it. "Vin?" Elend asked, studying her face. Vin looked away. "It's nothing, Elend. Nothing I can speak of, at least." He wat... |
"They had them beaten," Vin whispered. A person's Allomantic powers were always latent until something traumatic brought them out. A person had to be brought to the brink of death and survive—only then would their powers be awakened. It was called Snapping. Elend nodded. "It was one of the great, dirty secrets of so-ca... |
The balance between whom we wish to be and whom we need to be." He sighed. "But for now," he said, nodding to the side, "we simply have to be satisfied with who we are." Vin glanced to the side as a small courier skiff from one of the other narrowboats pulled up alongside theirs. A man in simple brown robes stood upon ... |
soldiers is that?" Vin asked. Noorden paused, then waved over a scribe and did some calculations. "About thirteen and a half percent, my lady," he finally said, adjusting his spectacles. Vin frowned. "Did you include the men who died in your calculations?" "Actually, no," Noorden said. "And which total did you use?" Vi... |
"Very wrong." "It's like the chaos of normal random statistics has broken down," Noorden said. "A population should never react this precisely—there should be a curve of probability, with smaller populations reflecting the expected percentages least accurately." "At the very least," Elend said, "the sickness should aff... |
knowing or caring. What a terrible place this was, Sazed thought, turning away from the window as a young Terriswoman closed the shutters. Before him on the table were several ledgers which showed the resources, expenditures, and needs of the Terris people. "I believe I suggested keeping these figures in metal," Sazed ... |
wearing the metal bracers. "They are in my pack." "It seems odd, to me," Vedlew said, "that you should work so hard during the Lord Ruler's time, always wearing your metalminds in secret, despite the danger. Yet, now that you are free to do as you wish, you carry them in your pack." Sazed shook his head. "I cannot be t... |
his escape from the Pits of Hathsin and his return to Luthadel. When pressed, he simply said that he had been in "the West." Somehow in his wanderings he discovered stories that no Keeper had ever heard. Most of the crew didn't know what to make of the legends he spoke of. This might have been the first seed that made ... |
neck even harder. The room's occupants—the ones Spook could see—nodded solemnly. They couldn't turn him in. They couldn't let him go. But, nobody would miss a skaa urchin. No Inquisitor or obligator would ask twice about a dead child found in the streets. Skaa died all the time. That was the way of the Final Empire. "F... |
People backed away from his chair in apprehension. He walked with a pronounced limp as he crossed the room. "Come on, boy," he said, not looking at Spook as he opened the door. Spook rose slowly, tentatively. He glanced at his mother and father as he backed away. Jedal stooped down, finally gathering up the coins. Marg... |
could use the Trust itself. Yet, if he told Vin anything more, it would mean an even greater betrayal of his people. Perhaps a human would have found it ridiculous that he would hesitate now. However, so far, his true sins had been impulsive, and he'd only later rationalized what he'd done. If he fought his way free of... |
simple thing, I know—but the display ought to leave . . . an impression on some of the younger generations." TenSoon's stomach twisted. Kandra could re-form their bodies, true, but they felt pain just as acutely as any human. It would take quite a severe beating to break his bones, and with the Blessing of Presence, th... |
away weaker sections of stone, and many of them reached high, like spires. Others formed jagged, hedge-like barriers—like stacks of enormous blocks that had been fused together, reaching some thirty and forty feet into the air. Elend could barely see the tips of the city's buildings over the stone formations. Fadrex ha... |
Our canal closing behind us as we travel. Kind of like fate is trying to strand us here." "Ham," Elend said, "everything seems portentous to you. We'll be fine." Ham shrugged. "Organize our forces," Elend said, pointing. "Dock us in that inlet over there, and set up camp on the mesa." Ham nodded. He was still looking b... |
ready for a raid. If Yomen thinks that we're afraid to come out, perhaps we can bait one of his 'surprise' attacks against us." "Clever," Ham said. "That won't get us past those natural walls, though," Elend said, folding his arms. "Cett, what do you say?" "Hold the canal," Cett said. "Post sentries up around those upp... |
search out food stores that we can ruin." "A good start," Cett said. "Of course, there's one easy way to sow chaos in that city, to perhaps make them surrender without a fight . . ." "We're not going to assassinate King Yomen," Elend said. "Why not?" Cett demanded. "We've got two Mistborn. We'll have no difficulty kill... |
Vin will scout and see if she can sneak into the cache like she did in Urteau. If we know what's in there, then we can better judge whether to gamble on trying to conquer the city or not." The various members of the group nodded, understanding that the meeting was over. As they left, Elend stepped back out into the mis... |
such places didn't eliminate them. It only made them more expensive. Spook was lucky. He barely remembered leaping from the burning building, clutching six Allomantic vials, coughing and bleeding. He didn't at all remember making it back to his lair. He should probably be dead. Even surviving the fires, he should have ... |
him the power of pewter, then who was he to complain? Spook turned and put his shirt on, stretching his arm again. He needed more information. How long had he been delirious? What was Quellion doing? Had the others from the crew arrived yet? Taking his mind off of his strange visions for the moment, he slipped out of h... |
front of Spook, then thumped a bottle on the ground. "Everyone drinks," the man said. "I have to pay to keep this place warm. Nobody just sits for free." "What have you got?" Spook asked. The bartender kicked the bottle. "House Venture special vintage. Aged fifty years. Used to go for six hundred boxings a bottle." Spo... |
searching for those who spoke in furtive whispers. He found exactly what he was listening for in a couple of men sharing a bottle of fine wine as they sat on the floor in the corner. "He has most everyone catalogued now," the man whispered. "But he's not done yet. He has those scribes of his, the genealogists. They're ... |
him to go, done what they'd wanted him to. Even as an Allomancer, Spook had lived his life as a nobody. The others had been great men. Kelsier had organized an impossible revolution. Vin had struck down the Lord Ruler himself. Clubs had led the armies of revolution, becoming Elend's foremost general. Sazed was a Keeper... |
I thought he was more careful than that. Spook stood up as nonchalantly as he could, then fled into the night. Yes, Rashek made good use of his enemy's culture in developing the Final Empire. Yet, other elements of imperial culture were a complete contrast to Khlennium and its society. The lives of the skaa were modele... |
to protect him from Mistborn assassins. No doubt Lord Yomen had experienced similar trouble recruiting Allomancers, and he probably wouldn't have sent those he did have out into the cold to watch an enemy camp. Vin crept past the guard post. She didn't need Allomancy to keep her quiet—she and her brother, Reen, had som... |
parties would collapse around her. And, in a way, it had—for that world was gone. She had helped to destroy it. Yet, during those months, she had been content. Perhaps more content than any other time in her life. She loved Elend, and was glad life had progressed to the point where she could call him husband, but there... |
this informant was the most likely to be of help. True to Cett's instructions, the rear balcony of the mansion was lit. Vin waited in the darkness suspiciously, the mist cold and unfriendly, yet providing cover. She didn't trust Cett—she worried that he still bore her a grudge for her attack on his keep in Luthadel a y... |
for a good decade or so before politics stole him away. He didn't like stories either. To him, everything had to be gritty and 'real,' even his poetry. Seems like an attitude with which you'd agree." Vin shrugged, sitting in the indicated chair. "I suppose." "I find that ironic in a way you shall never understand," the... |
is one happening tonight, at Keep Orielle." "On the very day an army arrived to besiege the city?" "You just pointed out that the world seems very close to disaster," the old man said, pointing at her with his pipe. "In the face of that, an army doesn't mean much. Plus, Yomen understands something even the Lord Ruler d... |
that or give up." Slowswift sat silently for a moment. "Sit down, child," the old man finally said, gesturing toward the seat again. Vin reseated herself. "Yomen is a good man," Slowswift said, "but only a mediocre leader. He's a bureaucrat, a member of the Canton of Resource. He can make things happen—get supplies to ... |
man said, tucking them away. "Good enough . . ." Vin jumped out into the night, leaping a few houses away, burning bronze to see if she felt any Allomantic pulses from behind. She knew that her nature made her irrationally suspicious of people who appeared weak. For the longest time, she'd been convinced that Cett was ... |
Orthodoxy or Inquisition—traditionally the most powerful of the Ministry departments. That meant that Yomen, as head obligator at the Resource building, had been the area's top religious authority. From what Slowswift said, Vin assumed that Yomen was pretty much a standard Resource obligator: dry, boring, but terribly ... |
of metal, and the lines they gave off were bright and thick. Which meant they would make excellent anchors. Flaring her pewter to keep from being crushed, Vin Pushed on the brackets, throwing herself backward. Immediately, the Allomantic pulses behind her disappeared. Vin shot through ash and mist, even her tight cloth... |
right about the time it stabbed me." Vin shook her head. "It was trying to keep me from releasing Ruin. It thought that if you were dying, I would take the power for myself and heal you, rather than giving it up." "You don't know its intentions for certain, Vin. You could be connecting coincidences in your mind." "Perh... |
sat in silence. "I never expected you to admit something like that," he finally said. "I'm the Hero of Ages, aren't I? Even Sazed said so, before he started to go strange. It's my destiny." "The same 'destiny' that said you would take up the power of the Well of Ascension, then release it for the greater good of mankin... |
he will know our plans." "That makes it a bit difficult to work on the problem together." Vin took his hands. "Elend, do you know why I finally agreed to marry you?" Elend shook his head. "Because I realized that you trusted me," Vin said. "Trusted me as nobody ever has before. On that night, when I fought Zane, I deci... |
so. Vin pointed at the table. "Is that your letter to Yomen?" Elend nodded. "I'm hoping that he'll talk to me, now that I'm actually here." "Slowswift does seem to think that Yomen is a good man. Maybe he'll listen." "Somehow, I doubt it," Elend said. He sat softly for a moment, then made a fist, gritting his teeth in ... |
she liked to admit. "Vin," he said flatly, "did you just suggest that we attend a ball being held in the middle of a city we're besieging?" Vin shrugged. "Sure. Why not? We're both Mistborn—we can get into that city without much trouble at all." "Yes, but . . ." He trailed off. I'd have a room filled with the very nobi... |
there," Goradel continued. "I don't think you'll be safe." "I doubt it's as bad as you think," Sazed said. "What if they take you captive?" Goradel asked. "My dear man," Breeze said, leaning forward to look out at Goradel. "That's why kings send ambassadors. This way, if someone gets captured, the king is still safe. W... |
Sazed, "is a liar and a tyrant." "That isn't true." "Oh?" Quellion asked. "And how did he gain his throne? By defeating Straff Venture and Ashweather Cett in war?" "War was—" "War is often the excuse of tyrants, Terrisman," Quellion said. "My reports said that his Mistborn wife forced the kings to kneel before him that... |
them doing strange things to your people, causing the deaths of some who go out?" Quellion did not contradict him or call his words foolish. That told Sazed enough. People had died in this city. "The ash falls perpetually, Citizen," Sazed said. "The mists are deadly, and the koloss run free. This would be a very good t... |
marching at the side of the carriage. "And furniture—rich things that are signs of the nobility, according to the Citizen. The burning was staged for your benefit, of course. Quellion probably keeps storehouses of the stuff so that he can order them burned at dramatically appropriate times." Sazed froze. The soldier wa... |
to rip boards free from the front of the building. "I'm glad you're here, Sazed," he said. Sazed moved to help pull off boards. He heaved, trying to get the nails undone—yet, he must have chosen one of the more stubborn boards, for though the ones Spook grabbed came free with ease, Sazed's refused to even budge. "And w... |
walls and broad red rugs on the floor. The trim was of metal, and there were hearths in every room. As Sazed followed Breeze and Spook through the building, he was able to imagine what the building had been like during the days of the Lord Ruler. There would have been no dust, then, but instead an air of crisp efficien... |
in the cavern. "They were meant to help the empire through what we're now facing. They wouldn't be much good if they weren't created on a grand scale." "Grand" was correct. They stood on a ledge near the ceiling of the cavern, and a vast chamber extended out below. Sazed could see row upon row of shelves lining the cav... |
she still hadn't managed to sneak into the storage cache. The night of the next ball had arrived, and Elend and Vin were planning to attend. "Well, I can think of a couple of reasons why you might object," Elend said, counting them off on his fingers. "First, it isn't wise to expose me to potential capture. Second, by ... |
good to hear Ham acting like himself. Cett protested Ham's comments almost as much as Breeze did. In fact . . . Maybe that's why Ham hasn't been quite so prone to his little logic puzzles lately, Elend thought. There hasn't been anyone around to complain about them. "So, Elend . . ." Cett said. "If you die, I'm in char... |
nearly fainted dead away when he found we'd been talking with a Mistborn all that time! Honestly, Vin. Sometimes I can't believe that you were that same frightened girl Kelsier brought into the crew." "It has been five years, Ham. I'm twenty-one now." "I know," Ham said, sighing. "You're like my own children, adults be... |
probably been much like him during her first years as an Allomancer. Well . . . maybe not like him, she thought fondly as Elend dusted himself off. But, I'm sure a lot of other Allomancers were about at Elend's level after only a year of practice. "That was quite the series of jumps, Vin," Elend said, puffing slightly ... |
and Elend handed a name card to a servant who waited to announce arrivals into the ballroom proper. They waited on the servant, and Vin realized that she'd begun holding her breath. It seemed as if she were reliving a dream—or was it a fond memory? For a moment, she was that same young girl of over four years before, a... |
the soldiers uncertain if they want to attack." Elend smiled, and she knew he was remarking to himself about her tendency to keep her back from being exposed. However, she also knew that he realized she was right. They walked down the short set of marble steps, joining the party. Skaa might have shied away from such a ... |
to their king, and they'll all be certain to listen in." Vin nodded. "When you mingle, watch for people who look like they might be willing to support us against the current government. Slowswift implied that there are some in the city who aren't pleased with the way their king is handling things." Elend nodded, kissed... |
found her with ease. The woman had dark hair and tan skin, and she sat at a table surrounded by sycophants. Vin recognized that arrogant look, that way the woman's voice was just loud enough to be imperious, but just soft enough to make everyone hang on her words. Vin approached with determination. Years ago, she'd bee... |
I didn't really kill the Lord Ruler, and that the talk is simply propaganda crafted to help stabilize my husband's rule. "Think as you wish, Lady Patresen. However, there is one thing you must understand. You are not my adversary. I don't have time for people like you. You're a petty woman in an insignificant city, par... |
that. "LORD BREEZE GUESSED CORRECTLY," Sazed said, standing at the front of their small group. "As far as I can tell, the diversion of waters into this underground reservoir was intentional. The project must have taken decades. It required widening natural passageways so that the water—which once fed the river and cana... |
killing him created a psychological impact on his populace." Allrianne nodded. "This Citizen's not a force of nature, but a man—and men can be replaced. If we assassinate Quellion, one of his lackeys will simply take his place." "And we will be branded as murderers," Breeze added. "What, then?" Spook asked. "We leave h... |
right. Kelsier wouldn't want this warped society being perpetuated in his name. Something needed to be done. "Very well," he said. "What should our course of action be?" "Nothing, for now," Breeze said. "We need time to feel out the city's climate. How close are the people to rebelling against dear Quellion? How active... |
out and study the new form of the Church of the Survivor that had sprung up here in Urteau. However, that seemed like a waste of time. The world was ending, why study one more religion? He already knew this one was false; he'd dismissed the Church of the Survivor early in his studies. It was filled with more contradict... |
predicament. He'd planned to be alive, he'd planned for none of this to happen. But he'd known that his plans might not work. Sazed turned, leaving the plate behind, walking to the bank of the underground lake. The water lay like black glass, undisturbed by wind or ash, though it did ripple slightly from the current. A... |
most likely to contain truth. For now, however, I believe none of them, and therefore will preach none of them." Surprisingly, Spook didn't argue with him. Sazed had found it frustrating that his friends—people who were, for the most part, determined atheists—would grow so offended when he threatened to join them in th... |
Sazed found himself doing what she'd found important. Tindwyl had studied politics and leadership. She'd loved to read the biographies of great statesmen and generals. Had he unconsciously agreed to become Elend's ambassador so that he could involve himself in Tindwyl's studies, just as she—before her death—had given h... |
stumble through a few messes first." Partygoers shuffled through the divided ballroom. Though those watching did their best to appear uninterested and aloof, Elend could tell that they were doing the noble equivalent of gawking. He glanced to the side, where Vin stood in her gorgeous black dress, surrounded by a group ... |
Elend said. "They don't want to return to the days of the Lord Ruler—but they would rather do that than live in chaos. Yomen's success here proves that much. The people want to know that someone is watching over them. They had a god-emperor for a thousand years—now is not the time to leave them without a leader." "You ... |
said. "She seemed too much like a real person to be a noblewoman." He looked over at Telden, smiling. "However, if you'll excuse me, I have something I need to do." "Of course, El," Telden said, bowing slightly as Elend withdrew. The move felt a little odd coming from Telden. They didn't really know each other anymore.... |
up to your doorstep. Is there a way that I can persuade you? Would you be willing to enter into talks or parley?" Again, no answer. So, this time, Elend just waited. The room around them felt still. Yomen finally spoke. "You are a flagrant and garish man, Elend Venture." Elend bristled at that. Perhaps it was the ball ... |
people's right to rule." "Is that so?" Yomen said, hands still laced before him. "Because, as I recall, the people of your city chose Ferson Penrod to be their king." Good point, that one, Elend had to admit. Yomen leaned forward. "This is the reason I don't like you, Venture. You're a hypocrite of the worst kind. You ... |
there was a deeper reason for it than Elend's alleged hypocrisy. After all, Elend had married the woman who had killed Yomen's god. "Yomen," Elend said, leaning in. "I realize we have differences. However, one thing seems clear—we both care about the people of this empire. We both took the time to study political theor... |
asked me why I came here," Elend said. "Yomen, it's not about conquering or taking this land from you. I realize you may find that hard to believe, but it's the truth. The Final Empire is dying. Surely you've seen that. Mankind needs to band together, pool its resources—and you have vital clues we need. Don't force me ... |
ball. She'd spent that year being mistreated by most of the women of court—some had let her join with their company, but she'd always been an insignificant country noblewoman with no connections or significance. It was a shallow thing, this acceptance, but sometimes even shallow things feel important. Plus, there was s... |
monopolize her time. I'd apologize, but that's not the sort of thing we barbarians do." With that, and with a smile, he held out his elbow to her. Vin smiled back, taking the arm and allowing him to lead her away from the pack of women. "Thought you might want some room to breathe," Elend said. "I can only imagine how ... |
around the dance floor. They obviously had no idea what to make of Elend's behavior. "You are a barbarian," Vin told him. "A barbarian because I read books?" Elend said lightly. "That's one that Ham will have a great time with." "Honestly," Vin said, "where did you even get a book here?" "I had one of Yomen's servants ... |
away in the library, I did it in the ballroom. I didn't want to hide, I wanted to express discontent with my father, and reading was my way." "You were a good man, Elend," Vin said. "Not an idiot, as you now seem to think that you were. You were a little undirected, but still a good leader. You took control of Luthadel... |
his ball, sneak into the cavern, find out what the Lord Ruler left there, then decide what to do about the siege—and the city—based on that?" "Seems like a good plan," Elend said. "Assuming I can't get him to listen to reason. I was close, Vin. I can't help but think that there might be a chance to bring him to our sid... |
strength. This was the body that Vin had given him. She was the Hero of Ages. He had to believe that. Otherwise he was about to make a very big mistake. His guards led him into the Trustwarren. This time, there were too many observers to fit into the room, so the Seconds declared that those younger than the Seventh Gen... |
them, before they'd grown too superior to deal with anyone but the Seconds. No, he wasn't awed. He was just disappointed. "My faith in you was misplaced," he said, mostly to himself. "I should not have returned." "TenSoon of the Third Generation!" KanPaar said, standing up straight, crystalline True Body sparkling as h... |
their elder companions sitting on the benches in shock. TenSoon darted between bodies, heading toward the doors. The guards beside the podium—the ones who would have shattered his bones—rushed to KanPaar's side, their filial sense of duty overriding their desire to prevent his escape. Besides, they must have seen the c... |
ash, their gardens stripped and their structures cannibalized to feed fires during the winter. The gorgeous sight made Marsh smile with satisfaction. Behind him, people finally started to move, fleeing, doors slamming. There were probably some six or seven thousand people living in the town. They were not Marsh's conce... |
his physical abilities, allowing him to walk much more lightly than would otherwise have been possible. He killed two more servants in the course of his exploration, and eventually moved up to the second floor. He found the man he wanted sitting at a desk in a top-floor room. Balding, wearing a rich suit. He had a peti... |
Unfortunately, Ruin wanted to claim that privilege for himself. Marsh walked across the plain outside the town. After about an hour's time he stopped, turning to look back at the community and the towering ashmount behind it. At that moment, the top left half of the mountain exploded, spewing a deluge of dust, ash, and... |
acts, like walking down the street, made him feel full of grace and power. He moved quickly to the Harrows, leaving behind the streets of better men, entering the cluttered, overpacked alley-like streetslot, knowing exactly where he'd find his quarry. Durn was one of the leading figures in the Urteau underworld. Part i... |
at being passed so easily. Finally, however, they withdrew, Durn's gambling partners going with them. The door closed. "That was quite the entrance," Durn noted, sitting back down at his table. "You've been talking about me, Durn," Spook said, turning. "I've heard people discussing me in taverns, mentioning your name. ... |
man milking for information in the tavern on Westbrook Lane. Send someone to contact him. He's a Soother—the best one you'll ever meet—but he stands out a bit. Make your offer to him." Durn nodded. Spook turned to go, then glanced back at Durn. "Don't mention my name to him, or what happened to me." With that, he left ... |
I'll do what I can to help your sister." The man nodded eagerly. "Do it now," Spook said, pointing. "We start tonight." In Hemalurgy, the type of metal used in a spike is important, as is the positioning of that spike on the body. For instance, steel spikes take physical Allomantic powers—the ability to burn pewter, ti... |
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