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September 9 - September 15, 2025
Kelsier, a skaa who defied the Lord Ruler’s will by traveling from plantation to plantation.
New tastes are like new ideas, young man—the older you get, the more difficult they are for you to stomach.”
Kelsier leaned forward. “You, Vin, are what is generally called a Mistborn.
There’s always another secret.”
“My dear friend,” Breeze replied, “the entire point of life is to find ways to get others to do your work for you. Don’t you know anything about basic economics?”
“Though if you think about it, hostile, dethroned pseudodeities probably make disagreeable neighbors.
Then she saw the carriage. It was parked by the side of the highroad, and Vin could see that there was a man waiting beside it. “Ho, Sazed,” Kelsier said, walking forward.
The right belief is like a good cloak, I think. If it fits you well, it keeps you warm and safe. The wrong fit, however, can suffocate.”
His contact sat in the doorway of a closed shop, puffing quietly on a pipe. Kelsier raised an eyebrow; tobacco was an expensive luxury. Either Hoid was very wasteful, or he was as successful as Dockson implied.
Plots behind plots, plans beyond plans. There was always another secret.
Our art is called Feruchemy, and it grants the ability to store certain physical attributes inside bits of metal.”
Why did he turn against me, denouncing me to the entire Conclave of Worldbringers?
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Before such passion and hatred, even good men can be deceived.
“Then it’s your position as half skaa, half nobleman that has given you opportunity, Kelsier. And you’ve chosen to use that opportunity to help your skaa half. That makes you worthy of being a skaa if anything does.” Kelsier smiled. “Worthy to be a skaa. I like the sound of that.
“You still have some things to learn about friendship, Vin. I hope someday you realize what they are.”
“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.”
“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?”
You cannot help here—there is beauty in compassion, but one must learn wisdom too.”
She looked through dazed eyes, and again saw the pair of bracelets glittering on the Lord Ruler’s upper arms. Bracelets made of metal, bracelets that pierced his skin in places.
Vin leaned on Sazed, her teeth gritted against the pain of her broken leg. “I bring you a message from a friend of ours,” she said quietly. “He wanted you to know that he’s not dead. He can’t be killed. “He is hope.” Then she raised the spear and rammed it directly into the Lord Ruler’s heart.
