The Well of Ascension (Mistborn, #2)

by Brandon Sanderson

He kept to the old ways because they were familiar, even though they were also a symbol of oppression.

“KILL HIM,” GOD WHISPERED.

UM

Love must be allowed to flow both ways—if it does not, then it is not truly love, I think. It is something else. Infatuation, perhaps? In any case, there are some of us who are far too quick to make martyrs of ourselves. We stand at the side, watching, thinking that we do the right thing by inaction. We fear pain—our own or that of another.” He squeezed her shoulder. “But is that love? Is it love to assume for Elend that he has no place with you? Or is it love to let him make his own decision in the matter?” “And if I’m wrong for him?” Vin asked. “You must love him enough to trust his wishes. It isn’t love unless you learn to respect his choices—to support not only what you believe is best for him, but what he truly wants. No matter how poor you think his decisions, you must respect his desire to make them. Even if one of them includes loving you.”

Straff woke up.

NOOOOOOOOO

… for he must not be allowed to release the thing that is imprisoned there.

YOURE JOKING

I write these words in steel, Kwaan’s first words said, for anything not set in metal cannot be trusted.