Mistborn: The Wax and Wayne Series: The Alloy of Law, Shadows of Self, The Bands of Mourning (The Mistborn Saga)

by Brandon Sanderson

Now, if I can just figure out why there’s no redshift involved in speed bubbles…”

“Devlin Airs,”

Besides, who knows? Maybe he’ll pull a knife on you, and you’ll get an excuse to punch him anyway.”

Survivorism therefore was not about winning, but about lasting as long as you could before you lost.

Dechamp,”

“Wayne, I’m shocked,” she said. “You’re an excellent seamstress.”

“Wasn’t a waste,” Dechamp said, chuckling. “That there was weapons testing. Gotta make sure your knives is workin’.”

Tindwyl, Mother of Terris,

“What’s beyond them, Waxillium? Beyond the deserts? Across the seas? Nobody cares.” “I’ve heard it asked before.”

“And has anyone put up the money to find the answers?”

Where did Hemalurgy fit into all of this?

“Personally, I’m curious to find out how many lives the Basin’s first civil war claims.

A building project, Wax thought. Allomancers. Civil war.

saltroot,”

“But … Steris!” he said. “You’ll end up humiliating yourself.”

But rusts … she left a hell of a reputation for the rest of them to try to live up to.

Lord Severington

“I kept imagining it falling out and firing,” Steris said, “mid-dance.”

“I’m famous,” Wayne said happily, snapping another leg off.

He’d send the fellow some fruit in prison. Might make him feel better.

“In fact,” Marasi said, “he’s quite articulate, and not at all ‘grindy.’ And the accent is strange—not like anything I’ve heard before.”

“Next time? How often do you expect you’ll be imitating Death?”

What in the world does the Set want with it?” “Maybe they like their tomatoes real fresh,” Wayne said. “I know I do.”

I hope her ailment was nothing too distressing.” “She’s fine,” Wax snapped, “no thanks to the fact that you tried to have us all killed on that train.”

“It’s only appropriate,” Steris said, “that you would make a smuggler out of me.” “Just as you try to make a gentleman out of me.” “You’re already a gentleman,” Steris said.

“We’re in a bad spot, MeLaan,” Wax said. “The emissary that Aradel sends to a political rally ends up murdering the host?

At the very best, it will be a huge political embarrassment. At the worst, I’ve started a war.”

In what kind of bizarre world did Marasi’s punctilious half sister end up on the adventure?

Up above, Marasi could hear Wayne and MeLaan chatting.

So long as they weren’t making out again while trying to drive.

What if the Bands were real?

What would happen to society if Metalborn powers were simply something you could purchase?

Wax grinned in the darkness. “Steris, you’re a gem.”

“Really,” MeLaan said, “you all need to stop staring at me like that when I offer pragmatic suggestions.”

“I’ve got an idea,” Marasi said. “How crazy is it?”

“Less crazy than tossing Wayne off a cliff.” “Not a high bar, but all right. How do we start?”

Marasi pointed at the hole in the hull that the scientists had entered thro...

Most folks put on a little weight as they hit their twilight years. ’S natural and all.”

“If I shot you,” Wax said, “nobody would blame me. They’d probably just say, ‘Wow. You lasted that long?

I’d have shot him years ago.’ Then they’d buy me a pint.” “Now, that hurts, it does,” Wayn...

You must be gettin’ real old.”

“Allik Neverfar,