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

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

acerbic—

“You didn’t grab the hat for me?” Wayne asked, sounding offended. “I was a little busy being shot at.” “Busy? Aw, mate. It doesn’t take any effort at all to get shot at. I think you’re just makin’ excuses on account of being jealous of my lucky hat.”

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Bad hats. A bad hat could make a man right disagreeable, and that was the truth.

Harmony, Wax thought with a smile, I love that woman.

“Fortunately, I can change hats,” Wayne said in the pretzel-guy accent, “while you, sir, are stuck with that face.”

mythological Mistborn

If you remove the foundation of trust from a relationship, then what is the point of that relationship?”