The Well of Ascension (Mistborn, #2)

by Brandon Sanderson

“All right. But in any case, I trust you, Vin. Make your decisions—I’ll support you.”

“Tell me what it is!” Zane said, tone rising. “What is it about him that draws you? He isn’t a great leader. He’s not a warrior. He’s no Allomancer or general. What is it about him?” The answer came to her simply and easily. Make your decisions—I’ll support you in them. “He trusts me,” she whispered.

You made me think he feared me, made me think he was using me.” “He was,” Zane said. “Yes,” Vin said. “But it doesn’t matter—not the way you made it seem. Elend uses me. Kelsier used me. We use each other, for love, for support, for trust.” “Trust will kill you,” he said. “Then it is better to die.”

Yet whom did he thank for that blessing, and whom did he curse for stealing her away? He knew of hundreds of gods. He would hate them all, if he thought it would do any good.

And whatever this power is, it can change words within a Feruchemist’s metalmind.

Alendi must not reach the Well of Ascension, for he must not be allowed to release the thing that is imprisoned there.