The Bands of Mourning (Mistborn, #6)

by Brandon Sanderson

“Oh, is that how it works? ’Cuz in my experience, marryin’ is the one thing people seem to get worse at the more they do it. Well, that and bein’ alive.”

“Lord Ladrian,” the man said, “could I have a moment, please?” “Take them all,” Wax said. “But do it without me.”

Because people were people, and if there was one thing you could count on, it was that some of them would be weird. Or rather that all of them would be weird when circumstances happened to align with their own individual brand of insanity.