Shadows of Self (Mistborn, #5)

by Brandon Sanderson

Wayne glanced toward Steris. “’Ello, crazy,” he said, nodding to her. “Hello, idiot,” she said, nodding back.

WASING THE ALWAYS OF WANTING OF KNOWING. Deep words.

Hell, with some kandra friends, he could be annoying Steris well into the afterlife.

“Yes.” The wolfhound growled quietly in the back of his throat. “There are … stuffed toys too.” “Oh yeah,” Wax said. “Soonie pups. I’ve seen those around.”

haunches

brandon and this damn word..........

Perhaps, deep down, a part of the creature had adopted the feelings of the body it wore. Perhaps it no longer could tell the difference between its mind and its face.

Ask why he sent a kandra to watch over you, all those years ago. Ask him if he knew I would come to love you!”