Mistborn: The Final Empire (Mistborn, #1)

by Brandon Sanderson

“Yes, we’ve messed you up right properly,” Kelsier said with a smile.

It seemed like everyone in the room wanted their sons to meet Kelsier personally.

Could he really go back down into those cramped, quiet depths? Could he enter the darkness again? Kelsier held up his arms, looking at the scars, still white and stark on his skin. Yes. For her dreams, he could.

This has all been fun, delightful, and all of those other fulfilling emotions, but working with Kelsier can be a bit draining.”

You blessed lunatic … you blessed genius!” Kelsier smiled wryly. “I appreciate both compliments.

“Belief isn’t simply a thing for fair times and bright days, I think. What is belief—what is faith—if you don’t continue in it after failure?”

“Anyone can believe in someone, or something, that always succeeds, mistress. But failure … now, that is hard to believe in, certainly and truly. Difficult enough to have value, I think.”

calm yellow light peeking above the horizon, I grow a little