Shane

“The gunman also wore mustaches waxed straight horizontal to a perfect point. The women on both sides of him stood back not only because he had brandished a gun, but also because they feared losing eyes to the sharp and glistening facial hair.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Shadows of Self

“Shallan fell to her knees, arms wrapped around herself, trembling. “Oh storms … Oh, God of Oaths…” She felt a hand on her shoulder. “It’s all right, Shallan,” Veil whispered. “It’s all right.” “I know what you are,” Shallan whispered. “You’re the blankness upon my memories. The part of me that looks away. The part of my mind that protects me from my past.” “Of course I am,” Veil said. “I’m your veil, Shallan.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Rhythm of War

“She was a woman with a hierarchy of chins, the last—most swollen—one lording over the others like a terrible regent.”
― Brandon Sanderson, The Lost Metal

“MeLaan shook her head, looking baffled. “Well, we can’t take the coach any farther,” Wax said, handing back the spyglass. “How are you at bareback?” “Well, I haven’t thrown any riders off recently, but I don’t get occasion to be a horse very often, so I can’t say how I’ll feel today.” Wax blinked.”
― Brandon Sanderson, The Bands of Mourning