Shadows of Self: A Mistborn Novel (The Mistborn Saga Book 5)

bucked

of my silver tongue

The etched letters over the top proclaimed, in High Imperial, WASING THE ALWAYS OF WANTING OF KNOWING. Deep words.

The etched letters over the top proclaimed, in High Imperial, WASING THE ALWAYS OF WANTING OF KNOWING. Deep words. He’d heard them interpreted as, “The eternal desire of a hungry soul is knowledge.”

She’s confused.” “They all are,”

Tindwyl Promenade,

He struck a dramatic pose in the rubble, one foot up, Granite Joe dead beside him, both bodyguards felled. Dust from the broken ceiling still sprinkled down, illuminated in sunlight pouring through a window above.

foundry

“It ain’t fancy. It’s opulent. Big difference.”