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“I need a knife to get through this,” she said. “You can use my razor-sharp wit.” “Alas, Wayne, you aren’t the type of tool I need at the moment.”
“Aren’t most of these boxes full of stuff what goes boom?” “Yes …” “Sounds like fun to be had!”
She dug faster as she realized at least one of them was made of a strange metal with dark red spots like rust. One they’d been searching for forever.
“The ash comes again,” the man said through bloody lips, his voice strangely grating. “The world will fall to it. You will get what you deserve, and all will wither beneath a cloud of blackness and a blanket of burned bodies made ash.” Marasi gritted her teeth, working on the rusty-looking spike, slick with blood. “Your end,” the voice whispered. “Your end comes. Either in ash, or at the hands of the men of gold and red. Gold and—”
“One sees a lady covered in blood,” Wayne said, “and it goes to a natural place: wonderin’ if maybe she feasts on the livers of the people what she defeated. Not that I’m judging.” “Not judging?” Marasi said. “Wayne, that’s absolutely something you should judge someone for.” “Right. Shame on you, then.”
One day, the men of gold and red, bearers of the final metal, will come to you. And you will be ruled by them.
The Catacendre had marked the death and rebirth of the world. Ashfalls were a thing of myths and old stories.
You will get what you deserve, and all will wither beneath a cloud of blackness and a blanket of burned bodies made ash.
spike yourself too many times, and Harmony could control you. It was an exploit to Hemalurgy that went back to the ancient days, when Ruin had directly controlled the Inquisitors, like Death himself.
Harmony wants some of us to strike out, begin exploring, learning about the cosmere. It’s become evident that the cosmere knows about us.”
Wax knew more about it than he really cared to, because Steris tended to take notes, then ask if she should be acting in equally ridiculous ways.
“I get to cross the misted unknown, the dark vastness that Harmony calls ‘Shadesmar.’ I’ll be the first kandra to go out there long-term, with an official mission.
“TenSoon says that the metals are the bodies of divinities,” Steris said. “So-called God Metals were the source of the mists back in anteverdant days.”
“Lerasium too? That’s the metal that … It created Mistborn! It’s explained in the records left by Harmony. Allomancy entered the world because the Lord Ruler gave lerasium to some of his followers, who burned it and were changed. Those first mythical Mistborn—they held incredible power.
“Nice to know we’re working for the defense of the planet itself while God is acting like a child with a secret crush.”
“I go by Moonlight,” the woman said. “We like code names. It’s one of our things.” “I … have never heard that word before.” “You wouldn’t have, since you have no moon here.”
“Indeed. That makes Harmony the most valuable—the most Invested—being in the cosmere. One of the other sixteen decided the best way to improve his stock was to try to destroy all the others. He managed it in a few cases.” “And … is that Trell?” Moonlight shook her head. “No, his name is Odium. Trell—Autonomy—had a different idea. You see these buildings? These houses? All pieces of a larger art installation. The grand creation is impressive, but it’s not yours. This kind of pattern, and those straight lines, those reflective panels … that’s from a Taldain movement known as brutalism.
“Wayne is already incredibly strange—so a strange version of him would be normal.”
A human body could hold up to three spikes without exposing it to Harmony’s influence and direct control.
Autonomy has Invested her with some sort of power and authority, made her the avatar of Trell on this planet.
“That on the steps,” Wax said, “is my sister. A woman representing the god Autonomy. Using the title of Trell—an ancient god from this world.”
A hand wrapped around Wayne’s mouth from behind. He almost killed the fellow—but it smelled like Wax, so … Yup, it was Wax.
“Moonlight,” the woman said after a glance. “You have to read this. Travel to Bjendal has been completely upset. That’s four primary systems we can’t visit without extreme danger, if you count Roshar.
She was shocked to find that most of the paintings and statues of the Survivor were accurate. Except for the spike through his right eye—a feature that was replicated in the light, same as the rest of his head and hair.
For to worship Harmony was not only to worship Preservation—it was also to worship Ruin, with all that implied.
“You,” he declared, “look like you are in need of copious amounts of baked goods. Delivered with an urgency rivaling that of a warleader in battle. Yah?”
