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House Ladrian would get along without him.
“Cover me,” Wax said softly. “With what?” she asked. “Paint? Kisses? You’re already covered with dust.”
He was Twinborn—a Feruchemist as well as an Allomancer. His Allomantic power was Steelpushing, and his Feruchemical power, called Skimming, was the ability to grow heavier or lighter. It was a powerful combination of talents.
Wax stood frozen, horrified. No … that isn’t the way … it
He reached into his pocket and fished out his earring. It was a simple thing, stamped on the head with the ten interlocking rings of the Path. He slipped it into his ear, which was pierced for the purpose,
Made by Trell, inspired by the Survivor, yet still weak.
The Church of the Survivor taught that the mists belonged to him, Kelsier, Lord of Mists.
“You are fools!” Miles yelled at the firing squad. “One day the men of gold and red, bearers of the final metal, will come to you. And you will be ruled by them.”
“Worship,” Miles said, his voice failing, his mouth spouting blood. “Worship Trell and wait…”
“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.”
WHAT THE FUCK! What what what
