The Bands of Mourning (Mistborn, #6)

by Brandon Sanderson

of only three Crashers ever born,

Infant mortality on Scadrial is not as bad as some regions, but still shockingly high.

“Conservation of momentum,”

Survivorism therefore was not about winning, but about lasting as long as you could before you lost.

“For years, I wanted to be you,”

“Every girl does, I suppose. Who

wouldn’t, after hearing th...

“Were you ever insecure?”

“Or did you always know what to do? Did you get jealous? Frightened? Angry?”

She’s my family. My only family.”

She isnt being held she is working with him

A man found himself when he was alone. You only had one person to chat with, one person to blame.

“You think your uncle is trying to make Allomancers with

technology, rather than by birth.”

A tiny little knob hidden in one groove. It looked like … well, a switch. Nestled in, where it couldn’t be flipped accidentally.

“Speed bubbles move with you if you’re on something massive enough,”

“Otherwise, the spinning of the planet would pop you out of every one you made. The train was heavy and fast.

The stagecoach is small and just ...

“It takes the metal one is burning,”

“and somehow … extends it. You saw. It Pushed your metal away, as if a Coinshot were there near you. The cube used Allomancy.”

“It created a speed bubble for me. It fed off Wayne’s Allomancy, and replicated it!”

It looks like you have to be an Allomancer to use this—it doesn’t grant new powers, but it does extend the ones you have. It’s like … like an Allomantic grenade.”

“And it’s proof that Suit has technology he’s been hiding,”

“A metalmind with no Identity.

can’t sense a reserve in the bracelet—I can’t use this, as I’m not a Bloodmaker.

It’s not a metalmind anybody can use, just one that anyone with the right powers already can use.”

What would happen to society if Metalborn powers were simply something you could purchase?

“Statistics show that if we make subtle changes to our environment—the way we approach our legal system, or employment rates, maybe even our city layout—we can positively influence the people living in that environment. Your

head may hold the key to what those changes should be! You’ve seen society evolve, move; you’ve watched the shifting of peoples like the tides on a beach.”

Inside the cage, dim light reflected from a too-flat face of red and black. Dark pits of eyes.

Horrible faces of red and black, with those deep, dark eyes. Images as if from a nightmare, drawn in frantic, scribbled strokes.

swathed in thick fur, face of polished red.

It seemed to him that the smarter a man was, the more likely he was to pretend he knew more than he did.

This wasn’t some horrible creature, but a person in a wooden mask, the eyeholes caught by the shadows.

“That ship out there wasn’t built by the Set. It’s from somewhere else, someplace distant and alien. It probably wrecked near our coast, and the Set brought it here to be studied.”

“Harmony does say odd

things sometimes, about other peoples, not f...

Proof that there was life past the Roughs, and the deserts beyond.

but instead he was dressed in trousers that went down to just below his knees, under which he wore tight white socks. His shirt was loose and white, and over it he wore a snug red vest—matching his mask in coloring—with a double row of buttons up the front.

“Fotenstall,”

“Hanner konge?”

“Dieten,”

coinlike medallions with the straps on the sides. He pulled

Spook? Or the warbreaker god?

“Touching the skin, please, maskless barbarians. Except you, Metallic One. You will not need one, yah?”

Taldain? White sands?

“Make you lighter,”

the metalmind.

It’s those medallions,

They allow everyone to do as I do—to make themselves light, nearly as light as air. That meant he was really only lifting the ship itself, along with their equipment.

“You are doing great, O Divine One!”

Sounds like someone from warbreaker

“You can let go, Great Being of Metals,”

They’re flying ships.”