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.
Marsh: Our best efforts were never even a mild annoyance to the Lord Ruler.” Kelsier: Ah, but being an annoyance is something that I am very good at. In fact.
There are two kinds of people in this world, son. Those who save lives, and those who take lives.” “And what of those who protect and defend? Those who save lives by taking lives?” “That’s like trying to stop a storm by blowing harder. Ridiculous. You can’t protect by killing.
Yet she was beginning to think that she– along with others– had taken this belief too far, letting her desire to seem humble become a form of pride itself. She now saw that when her faith had become about clothing instead of people, it had taken a wrong turn.
I killed you once”, the Lord Ruler said, turning back to Kelsier. “You tried”, Kelsier replied, his voice loud and firm, carrying across the square. “But you can’t kill me, Lord Tyrant. I represent that thing you’ve never been able to kill no matter how hard you try. I am hope.
Do not dash if you only have the strength to walk, and do not waste your time pushing on the walls that will not give. More importantly, don’t shove where a pat would be sufficient.
Vin: I don’t know — and it’s all your fault, you know. I used to understand everything. Now it’s all confused. Kelsier: Yes, we’ve messed you up right properly.
I bring you a message from a friend of ours,” she said quietly. “He wanted you to know that he’s not dead. He can’t be killed.” “He is hope.” The she raised the spear and rammed it directly into the Lord Ruler’s heart.
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.
They tried boiling books, but that didn’t work very well.” “I’m surprised they haven’t tried boiling one another.” “Oh, it’s been tried,” Galladon said. “Fortunately. something happens to us during the Shaod-apparently the flesh of a dead man doesn’t taste too good. Kolo?
I try to avoid having thoughts. They lead to other thoughts, and—if you’re not careful—those lead to actions. Actions make you tired. I have this on rather good authority from someone who once read it in a book.
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