The Hero of Ages (Mistborn, #3)

by Brandon Sanderson

Hoid

How did men believe in something that preached love on one hand, yet taught destruction of unbelievers on the other? How did one rationalize belief with the lack of proof? How could they honestly expect him to have faith in something that taught of miracles and wonders in the far past, but carefully gave excuses for why such things didn’t occur in the present day?

“He’s a paraplegic. What’s he going to do? Bite us? Come on, let’s get down off this rock and go deal with Luthadel.”

Marsh froze, and Ruin fell silent. Vin smiled.

Of all of us who touched it, I feel she was the most worthy.