Shadows of Self (Mistborn, #5)

by Brandon Sanderson

The tall, compact tenements cast deep shadows even in the afternoon. As if this were the place dusk came for a drink and a chat before sauntering out for its evening duty.

loafing requires company. One man lying about is being idle; two men lying about is a lunch break.”

“Greet every morning with a smile. That way it won’t know what you’re planning to do to it?”

men losing hope clung to such promises.

“I ain’t drunk,” Wayne said, sniffling. “I’m investigatin’ alternative states of sobriety.

Hoid.

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