Mistborn

you might figure out what Kelsier is up to during that time. Because he’s not done yet. Not even close.

(And I’ll admit I broke down more than once and whispered to a heartbroken fan to keep their eyes open for signs of what Kelsier might be up to in the rest of the series.)

My string has been cut, the thing holding me to the physical world.” His smile broadened. “Well, we’re just going to have to find me a new string.”

We’re going to unravel the mysteries of the universe. The cosmere, as it is called.”

That means we can work together, you and I.” “Oh hell,”

he still wasn’t used to walking around with his eyes uncovered.

Huh, Kelsier thought. He holds the powers of creation in twain, a god among gods. And he’s still a terrible liar.

Kelsier finally stopped on a lofty highland plateau overlooking a new world, winds from three Realms ruffling his clothing. Grass grew beneath his feet, then blossoms sprouted. Mare’s flowers.

Whereupon he decked the man across the face, laying him out completely. “Excellent,” Kelsier said, shaking his hand.