“Yes,” Kelsier whispered. He made a fist against the door. “I did it. I made the Lord Ruler himself pay, Mare.” And that boiling mass of writhing serpents in the sky … that had been the result. He’d seen the truth, in his moment between time with Preservation. The Lord Ruler would have prevented this doom for another thousand years. Kill one man. Get vengeance, but cause how many more deaths?
