The Well of Ascension (Mistborn, #2)

by Brandon Sanderson

I write these words in steel, for anything not set in metal cannot be trusted. I have begun to wonder if I am the only sane man left. Can the others not see? They have been waiting so long for their hero to come—the one spoken of in Terris prophecies—that they quickly jump to conclusions, presuming that each story and legend applies to this one man.

My name is Kwaan. Philosopher, scholar, traitor. I am the one who discovered Alendi, and I am the one who first proclaimed him to be the Hero of Ages. I am the one who started all this. And I am the one who betrayed him, for I now know that he must never be allowed to complete his quest.

“Does it seem like the mists are coming earlier?”

None that we know yet

“What is a government but an institutionalized method of making sure somebody else does all the work?”

Huh? god?

A man was defined not by his flaws, but by how he overcame them.

So many bald people in these books

So kandra can die after all?

Every scholar knew that one of the greatest dangers in research was the desire to find a specific answer.