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437 pages, Paperback
First published January 26, 2016

“I learned how much power over a situation you gain when you decide that you don't care what others think of you.”
“If you had to shoot a man, society had already failed.”
“The difference between good and evil men is not found in the acts they are willing to commit—but merely in what name they are willing to commit them in.”
“I’m wondering if every person I pass has similar depths, and if there’s any way to avoid the mistake of judging them so shallowly that I’m rocked when they show their true complexity.”

I’m not insolent, just stupid.
‘Never’ is a word youths often use, but rarely understand.
There is always another secret
”…At the precinct, when I accomplish something, everyone assumes I had Waxillium’s help. Sometimes it’s like I’m no more than an appendage.”
“You’re not that at all, Marasi,” Wayne said. “You’re important. You help out a lot. Plus you smell nice, and not all bloody and stuff.”
“Great. I have no idea what you just said.”
“Appendages don’t smell nice,” Wayne said. “And they’re kinda gross. I cut one outta a fellow once.”
“You mean an appendix?”
“Sure.” He hesitated.
“So…” “Not the same thing.”
“Right. Thought you was makin’ a metaphor, since people don’t need one of those and all.”
“Is that the constables?” Aunt Gin asked, sounding horrified.
“Afraid so,” Wax said, pulling the door closed. The carriage lurched into motion, and Steris leaned out the window, waving farewell to the poor innkeeper.
“Framed for murder!” Steris called to her. “It’s on page seventeen of the list I gave you! Try not to let them harass our servants too much when they arrive!”


“He’s the man who takes the bullet so nobody else has to.”
“Do you ever wonder if perhaps the cosmere is out to overwhelm you, Lord Waxillium?”
“Cod-liver oil and metal flakes washed into his mouth. Swallowing took a precious moment.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Power.”
“Since when have you carried one of these?” Wax asked, taking it from her.
“Since about six months ago. I put one into my purse in case you might need it.” She raised her other hand, displaying two more. “I carry the other two because I’m neurotic.”
“Steris, I think we’re all like that. Shuffled from place to place by duty, or society, or God Himself. It seems like we’re just along for the ride, even in our own lives. But once in a while, we do face a choice. A real one. We may not be able to choose what happens to us, or where we’ll stop, but we point ourselves in a direction.”


”“Go,” Marasi said. “Do what you do best, Waxillium Ladrian.”
“Which is what? Break things?”
“Break things,” Marasi said, “with style.”
”“The definition of a lawman, Uncle, is easy,He’s the man who takes the bullet so nobody else has to.”
“Did she come here? When she passed?”
Harmony smiled. “She asked me to look after you.”
“If you had to shoot a man, society had already failed.”
“The definition of a lawman, Uncle, is easy,” Wax said, feeling blood from a dozen cuts trickle down his face. He lifted Suit by the front of his clothing, bringing him close. “He’s the man who takes the bullet so nobody else has to.”