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November 2 - November 17, 2025
“Well,” Yeden said dryly, “if you’re listing problems we’ll have to overcome, you should write up there that we’re all bloody insane—though I doubt we can fix that fact.” The group chuckled, and Kelsier wrote Yeden’s Bad Attitude on the board. Then he stepped back, looking over the list. “When you break it down like that, it doesn’t sound so bad, does it?”
“Kelsier,” Vin said softly. “He’s a good man, isn’t he?” Sazed smiled. “A very good man, mistress. One of the best I’ve known.” Vin nodded slightly. “A good man…” she said. “I don’t think I’ve ever known one of those before.”
Kelsier probably would have left the pouch behind—the two dozen or so clips it contained wouldn’t have been worth his time. However, for most of her life Vin had scrounged and starved. She simply couldn’t force herself to be wasteful. Even tossing coins to jump with made her uncomfortable.
She could do this. She was still nervous, but the moment of panic was over. She didn’t need shadows or corners—she just needed a mask of sapphires, makeup, and blue fabric.
“But I do recall telling you that the Ventures were an annoying lot. I’m simply trying to live up to the description.” “You’re the one that made up the description!” “Convenient, that,” Elend said, smiling slightly as he read.
Spook frowned. “Niceing the not on the playing without.” “I have no idea what you said, child,” Breeze said. “So I’m simply going to pretend it was coherent, then move on.”
“Don’t talk to me about noblemen,” Vin said. “And don’t say things about people you don’t know. You’re no skaa—you’re just noblemen without titles.” She turned, stalking from the room. Kelsier watched her go, shocked, hearing her footsteps on the stairs. He stood, dumbfounded, feeling a surprising flush of ashamed guilt. And for once, found himself without anything to say.
Kelsier laughed. “Oh, don’t worry. If you didn’t say some stupid things every once in a while, you certainly wouldn’t fit in with this group. Come on.”
The Lord Ruler ignored the men. The lead rebel bellowed in defiance, then rammed his spear through the Lord Ruler’s chest. The Lord Ruler just continued to walk, passing the soldier, spear sticking all the way through his body.
“I killed you, once,” the Lord Ruler said, turning back to Kelsier. “You tried,” Kelsier replied, his voice loud and firm, carrying across the square. “But you can’t kill me, Lord Tyrant. I represent that thing you’ve never been able to kill, no matter how hard you try. I am hope.”
Sazed shook his head, walking over to stand beside her. “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?”
Farewell. I’ll tell Mare about you. She always wanted a daughter.
