Shadows of Self (Mistborn, #5)

by Brandon Sanderson

“So long as you get me drunk first, I’d be fine with it.” She held out her cup to him. “Top a lady off, will you?” Wayne frowned. “Now, this ain’t right. You’re some kinda demigod or something. Shouldn’t you be moralizin’ at me?” “Lo, behold,” MeLaan said, wiggling her cup, “bring an offering to your deity in the form of one blue sunset, extra gin. And ye shall be blessed.” “I think I can do that,” Wayne said. “Bloody hell, maybe I am religious after all.”

“You’re going to watch it all burn?” “Ashes are excellent fertilizer,”