Kelsier leaned forward again. ‘But, you weren’t born an aristocrat. You’re not noble, Vin. You don’t have to play by their rules–and that makes you even more powerful.
You people are all insane. How I ended up with you, I’ll never know.” Breeze laughed. “Now, that’s a lie, Cett. You know exactly how you ended up joining with us. We threatened to kill you if you didn’t!
You’ve managed– in our short three years together– to kill not only my god, but my father, my brother, and my fiance. That’s kind of like a homicidal hat trick. It’s a strange foundation for a relationship, wouldn’t you say?
Think of the possibilities–if the ash were red, the rivers would run like blood. Black is so monotonous that you can forget about it, but red–you’d always be thinking, ‘Why, look at that. That hill is red. That evil force of doom trying to destroy me certainly has style.
In fact, it’s so violently bitter that no one can keep it down.” “It’s nice to see that cannibalism has been so logically ruled out as an option,” Raoden said dryly
Those seemed to become figures, crafted by the bones and branches stretching from the heaps on the ground. Bodies and souls. His movement made the shadows twist, as if turning to regard him.
