The Lost Metal (The Mistborn Saga #7)

by Brandon Sanderson

If she’d thought of something, catalogued it and considered it, then it stopped having power over her—she had power over it.

“He called it ‘chouta.’ It’s good.”

“You can’t keep digging up the corpse of who you used to be, Wayne. You can’t keep toting it around. Let him stay buried. Consider who you are, not who you left behind. That’s what I’ve learned these last few years. It’s made all the difference.”

With that, Wayne stretched into another place, into another time. He stretched into the wind. And into the stars. And all endless things.

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