Mistborn: The Final Empire

he wore one of Dockson’s best disguises.

“He’s late.” Runs in the family, I guess.

Kelsier glanced at the cakes. “They’re

refill it.”

“I … can feel the power, Saze. It’s faint—far beyond my grasp—

“The Lord Ruler and I,”

We’re going to let you watch us torture the Terrisman. We’re going to be very careful, making certain his pain is lasting, and quite vibrant. When you tell us what we want to know, we’ll stop.”

However, in Feruchemy there must be a balance.”

The right belief is like a good cloak, I think. If it fits you well, it keeps you warm and safe. The wrong fit, however, can suffocate.”