Sublime

One was burning copper, the other was burning tin—Vin would never have picked them out if she hadn’t had the ability to pierce copperclouds.

Vin began to think—for the first time—

A child. A daughter perhaps, with Mare’s same dark hair and resilient stubbornness.” He looked down at Vin.

ululations

Vance, a big friendly fist of a guy

morphemes

embrace the boundaries of your creaturehood.

weak, shifty,

was functionally non-male,