The Alloy of Law: A Mistborn Novel (The Mistborn Saga Book 4)

meted

He was like a man swatting mosquitoes while ignoring the gash in his leg, an artery open and throbbing gushes of blood onto the floor.

No hat. He’d always hated those.

His eyes were hard, like polished steel.

“Wasing the where of needing,”

“Anyone here speak High Imperial?”

“There isn’t much time for a plan. This is more of a hunch with scaffolding.”

“To be of use in even a single burst of flame and sound is worth more than a lifetime of achieving nothing.”

She was good at silence. She had been trained to it over two decades of life.