The Well of Ascension: Book Two of Mistborn

“Oh, he’s come back! He’s come for us!” “Who?” Sazed asked. “The man who died in the mists?” “No, Master Terrisman. The Lord Ruler.”

The birthmark on his arm. The way his hair turned grey when he was barely twenty and five years of age.

It was burning.

If a building were burning down, Allrianne would still stop to do her makeup before escaping.

Still, it seemed like such a brutal, logical answer.

Though Marsh hadn’t seemed to mind the treatment, Sazed had made a special effort to continue a friendly relationship.

“You were wrong, Sazed,” Marsh said quietly. “Once I was not a warrior, but that has changed. You spent the last year teaching, but I spent it killing. Killing so many people…”

The script was written in a tight, cramped hand,

I saw it, Vin thought. She didn’t want to remember it, but she had seen it. That awful look of horror, a reaction to something terrible and alien, something beyond understanding.