Arcanum Unbounded: The Cosmere Collection

by Brandon Sanderson

There was rarely an obvious branching point in a person’s life. People changed slowly, over time. You didn’t take one step, then find yourself in a completely new location. You first took a little step off a path to avoid some rocks. For a while, you walked alongside the path, but then you wandered out a little way to step on softer soil. Then you stopped paying attention as you drifted farther and farther away. Finally, you found yourself in the wrong city, wondering why the signs on the roadway hadn’t led you better.

“Go back to your swamp,”

Shrek reference?

Kelsier looked at that hand, which undulated with the pinprick pressing of the spiders inside.

UNDULATE!

“Once, you taught me an important lesson about friendship. I need to return that lesson. A last gift. You need to know, you need to ask. How much of what you’ve done was about love, and how much was about proving something? That you hadn’t been betrayed, bested, beaten? Can you answer honestly, Kelsier?”

“I don’t worship,” Silence said, “but that doesn’t mean I don’t believe. The old books, they called this land the home of the damned. I doubt that worshipping does any good if you’re already damned. That’s all.”

A moment later, the girl skidded out along the ground, a pancake in each hand and another in her mouth.

my wife as a character

“I will listen,” Lift shouted, “to those who have been ignored!”

such a powerful set of words.