Mistborn: The Final Empire (Mistborn, #1)

by Brandon Sanderson

none of the other noblemen had the same … depth as Elend. None of them had his droll wit, or his honest, earnest eyes. The others didn’t feel real. Not like he did.

Literally me

Vin thought idly.

Yum yum

“Sounds foolish,” Vin said. “Fashion often is, mistress,” Sazed said. “Regardless,

Ooh, burnnn

What could make them— Then she felt it. The oppressive numbness, like a massive blanket pressing down, choking away her air, stealing her will. She immediately burned copper. Yet like before, she swore that she could feel the Lord Ruler’s Soothing despite the metal. She sensed him coming closer, trying to make her lose all will, all desire, all strength of emotion.

The skaa sagged a bit more as the Lord Ruler arrived, a visible ripple washing across the crowd, their postures drooping as they felt his powerful Soothing. The background roar of whispers and chatting dampened, an unreal silence falling over the enormous square.

A house without atium is a house that can’t defend itself from Mistborn.

men who could learn to worry more for the people than for coin.

Like the other metals, which were grouped into larger bases of four. There were the physical metals: iron, steel, tin, and pewter. The mental metals: bronze, copper, zinc, and brass. And … there were the time-affecting metals: gold and its alloy, and atium and its alloy. That means there’s another metal. One that hasn’t been discovered—probably because atium and gold are too valuable to forge into different alloys.

Mendeleevian deduction

In that moment, she knew the truth.

She drew upon the mists.

The bracelets dropped in front of its red light, sparkling for a moment before plunging down into the city.

I pulled his bracelets off. Why? Why can I do things like he can? Why am I different?

By killing me, you have doomed yourselves.

If there are prophecies, if there is a Hero of Ages, then my mind whispers that there must be something directing my path. Something is watching; something cares. These peaceful whispers tell me a truth I wish very much to believe.

If I fail, another shall come to finish my work.

She blinked away her tears. “You read too much. Especially in the presence of ladies.”

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