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Ruin still used Reen’s voice-it was familiar, something that had always seemed a part of her. Discovering that it belonged to that thing…it was like finding out that her reflection really belonged to someone else, and that she’d never actually seen herself.

Brandon Sanderson

Perhaps another person, reading of my life, would name me a religious tyrant. He could call me arrogant. What is to make that man’s opinion any less valid than my own? I guess it all comes down to one fact: In the end, I’m the one with the armies.
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Arrogant Guess Man Own Perhaps
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.
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Ground Heaps Movement Twist
Raoden looked up at his friend. “We’re not dead, Galladon, and we’re not damned. We’re just unfinished.
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Gallon Looked Unfinished
Attacking a provincial lord in his manor house, surrounded by guards…Honestly, Kell, I’d nearly forgotten how foolhardy you can be. “Foolhardy?” Kelsier asked with a laugh. “that wasn’t foolhardy – that was just a small diversion. You should see some of the things
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House Laughing Years
How do you do that?” Mennis asked, frowning. “What?” “Smile so much.” “Oh, I’m just a happy person.
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Frowning Happy Person
The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.
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Giving Purpose Thinking
“Well,” Rock said, “is involving much mudbeer and singing.” “How’s that a duel?” “He who can still sing after the most drinks is winner. Plus, soon’ everyone is so drunk that they forget what argument was about.” Teft laughed. “Beats knives at dawn, I suppose.
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Argument Drink Drunk Most Rock
Ruin still used Reen’s voice-it was familiar, something that had always seemed a part of her. Discovering that it belonged to that thing…it was like finding out that her reflection really belonged to someone else, and that she’d never actually seen herself.
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Reflection Ruins Voice
That’s kind of what trust is, isn’t it? A willful self-delusion.
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Delusion Kind Self
I’m convinced that responsibility is some kind of psychological disease.
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Brain Disease Responsibility
How could they honestly expect him to have faith in something that taught of miracles and wonders in the far past, but carefully gave excuses for why such things didn’t occur in the present day?
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Carefully Occur Present Day
Finally, you found yourself in the wrong city, wondering why the signs on the roadway hadn’t led you better.
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Better Roadway Wondering
When I write my books, actually I’m known for very logical rule-based magic systems. I write with one foot in fantasy and one foot in science fiction.
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Book Feet Writing
Those books are invariably described as “important”- which in my experience, pretty much means that they’re boring. (words like meaningful and thoughtful are other good clues.)
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Book Clues Important Pretty Read
Wayne’s a little attached to that hat,” Waxillium said. “He thinks it’s lucky.” Wayne: “It is lucky. I ain’t never died while wearing that hat.” Marasi frowned. “I … I’m not sure I know how to respond.” Wax: “That’s a common reaction to Wayne.
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Littles Lucky Thinking
Be warned – Hammond does tend to be a bit optimistic about these kind of things. If the army were made up of one-legged mutes, he would praise their balance and their listening skills.
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Army Optimistic Skills

Ruin still used Reen’s voice-it was familiar, something that had always seemed a part of her. Discovering that it belonged to that thing…it was like finding out that her reflection really belonged to someone else, and that she’d never actually seen herself.

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Ruin still used Reen’s voice-it was familiar, something that had always seemed a part of her. Discovering that it belonged to that thing…it was like finding out that her reflection really belonged to someone else, and that she’d never actually seen herself.

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