Mistborn: The Final Empire (Mistborn, #1)

by Brandon Sanderson

There were other changes. She could feel her clothing. She realized that she had always been able to feel it, but she usually ignored it. Now it felt closer. She could sense the textures, and was acutely aware of the places where the cloth was tight on her.

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She didn’t need shadows or corners—she just needed a mask of sapphires, makeup, and blue fabric.

She was beginning to trust those around her, and there was no one she wanted to let herself trust more than Elend Venture.

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“Oh? Has my lady suddenly become an optimist?” “Has my Terrisman suddenly become a smart-mouth?” Vin retorted.

“Once maybe I would have thought you a fool, but … well, that’s kind of what trust is, isn’t it? A willful self-delusion?

“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?”

“But we knew him,” Vin said. “He was no prophet or god. He was just a man.” “So many of them are, I think,” Sazed said quietly.

“Sometimes we simply have to wait long enough, mistress,” he said. “Then we find out why exactly it was that we kept believing.