“They mentioned someone called the Eyes Ree?” “Yes, the I-ree,” Preservation said, pronouncing it in a slightly different way. “Three letters. I R E. It means something in their language, these people from another land. The ones who died, but did not. I have felt them crowding at the edges of my vision, like spirits in the night.” “Dead, but alive,” Kelsier said. “Like me?” “No.” “Then what?” “Died, but did not.” Great, Kelsier thought. He turned toward the west. “They are supposedly at the ocean.” “The Ire built a city,” Preservation said, softly. “In a place between worlds…”
