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“Hello, Uncle,”
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Waxillium closed his eyes and fought down the welling of emotion. It had been years since he’d seen his sister, and his grief at the news of her supposed death alongside their uncle and aunt in a wreck had been unexpectedly slight. He had come to terms with that.
this whole paragraph is different in the audiobook
Have you wondered yet why your house is destitute?” “You took it all,” Waxillium guessed. “You funneled it out of the house finances into … something. Somewhere.”
I’ve been chasing chickens this entire time, he realized. While someone stole the horses. It wasn’t about robberies, or even kidnappings. It was insurance fraud.
In turning away, however, she saw a figure watching from the shadows below, ignored by the constables. He turned, his black robe rippling, and walked out through a gate leading to the alley.
“With emotional Allomancy. I sometimes Pull too hard. I’ve never been as good at this sort of thing as Breeze was. Be calm, child. I will not hurt you.”
It’s about bunnies. They talk.
Watership Down? lol
“My uncle’s pocket book,” Waxillium said. “Filled with appointments and notes.” Wayne whistled softly. “How’d you take it? Shoulder bump?” “Table sweep,” Waxillium said. “Nice.
When one of your own went bad, it was your job to see the mess cleaned up.
On Scadrial, there are three prime manifestations of Investiture. Locally these are spoken of as the “Metallic Arts,” though there are other names for them.
