The Well of Ascension (Mistborn, #2)

by Brandon Sanderson

She wasn’t Kelsier. She had yet to decide if that was a bad or a good thing.

Despite her oddities—or more likely because of them—he loved this thin woman with the determined eyes and blunt temperament. She was like no one he had ever known—a woman of simple, yet honest, beauty and wit.

She leaned up, looking at his smirking face. “You know, Elend—sometimes it’s bloody difficult to tell when you’re teasing, and when you’re merely being dense.” “That makes me more mysterious, right?” “Something like that,” she said, snuggling up against him again.

“Good men don’t become legends,” he said quietly. “Good men don’t need to become legends.” She opened her eyes, looking up at him. “They simply do what’s right anyway.”