The Hero of Ages: Book Three of Mistborn

Valuable for its rarity. Valuable for its economic power. Valuable for its Allomancy.

Vin—nineteen years old,

He missed going to see Beldre, the quiet woman with the lonely eyes.

Of course, Ruin eventually acquired the ability to end the world and gain the satisfaction he wanted. But then, that wasn’t originally part of the bargain.

The mist isn’t alive, she thought. It can’t hate me. I’m imagining things.

“He’s a paraplegic. What’s he going to do? Bite us?

The sense of despair inside Sazed wanted to snap that simply believing wasn’t enough.

“I’m having trouble with faith lately, Demoux,” Elend said, looking up, watching flakes of ash drift through the air. “My last god was killed by the woman I eventually married—who you claim as a religious figure, but who spurns your devotion.”

He himself had died minutes later, struck dead by the Lord Ruler.