The Hero of Ages (Mistborn, #3)

by Brandon Sanderson

“You’re him, aren’t you?” an elderly man asked. “Who?” Elend asked. “The Lord Ruler,” the man whispered. Elend looked down at his black uniform, encased in a mistcloak, both of which were slick with blood. “Close enough,” he said,

This isn’t about good or evil. Morality doesn’t enter into it. Good men will kill as quickly for what they want as evil men—only the things they want are different.”

And in truth, he’d rather be in the city—almost certainly doomed—than be out there besieging it, and winning. For he knew that the winning side wasn’t always the right one.