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

Structurally, this isn’t like most pieces I’ve written.

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.”

Abandoned objects were best. Ones that had been owned for a long while, so they had a strong Identity, but that currently had nobody in the Physical Realm to care for them.

And Kelsier, the Survivor of Death, Ascended.

The . . . weakness . . . of all clever men . . .” “Except me, of course.”

It meant “age,” and he had a sudden impression of a strange symbol made from four dots and some lines that curved, like ripples in a river.

“Oh, Senna

the grand maze of Ishathon.