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“What shadowy recesses lurked in her mind, what secrets I’d never suspected? In that moment, she was utterly unknowable.”

“But for some reason I found myself unable to touch her. I didn’t even want to reach out to her with words.”

“Can God really bless such devils as we are, Cardinal?”
“In his hands, they say all tools are righteous.”

“The many grasping princes of Europe ignore their holy duties and squabble with each other for earthly power.”

“Would you like to learn how to churn butter so that the churn will always provide? Do you wish to see the wide world? Shall I teach you to fly?”

“Then there was Dorte, the oldest of them, whose husband had been so generous as to die at quite the right time, so that Dorte would not be expected to marry again and yet still had much life in her to be lived.”

“She does not think about her own tongue and it’s yearning for the scream. She grinds her teeth until a sliver of one comes away and unwittingly she swallows it, eats of her own skeleton.”

“There is pleasure in the hollow of the night, where a person may be inside the navel of the world.”

thank you so much to Tachyon Publications for the advanced reader copy!!

initial thoughts: 😳 (complimentary) rtc!

“Which was more potent? The pain of memory, or the pain of forgetting?”

“The wooden disc Sazed had given him earlier that day tied to a loop around his neck.”

man 😭

DAMN that was tuffff tbh

Elend acts like he’s the only person who’s ever read a book before like oh my goddd, shut up!

“I may have been a bad king, but you’ll be a terrible one.”

OOF, clocked him 💁🏽‍♀️🤭

“I write these words in steel, for anything not set in metal cannot be trusted.”

the kandra are so effing scary lol

in my experience, most series focus on overthrowing oppressors; the lead up, the scheming, the war finale. I love how Mistborn shows us the complicated aftermath—the rebuilding of the economy, implementing a new government, the re-establishment of social order, etc etc.

“Grief is precious because it is your heart’s memory of love.”

“Our river is poisoned by greed and anger, muddied by sorrows we cannot soothe.”

“With no children to chase and pound the soil with tiny feet, the seeds will eat into rain damp soil softness. They will sprout and fill in the paths and clearings worn smooth by generations of walking, working, living people. As seasons fold into each other, the homes that once held the laughter of lifetimes will collapse inward on themselves like spent cookfires. In time, no sign of this village will remain.”

“These men must hate the valley they have travelled so far to find. They must, to destroy it so fully.”

“It takes an enormous amount of energy—and courage—to free yourself, without fleeing from your pain and all the loss you’ve experience.”

“But we see things through a lens, don’t we? The lens of our own experience?”

“..and now here she [a client] was, standing less than two feet away, eyeballing Greta without really seeing her. Greta felt invisible but not insignificant. In fact, she felt omnipotent.”

“If you try suggesting to people to let go of their suffering, their victimhood, they act retraumatized. It’s like, yes, what happened to you was shitty. I’m not denying that, but why do you keep rolling around in your own shit? If they stopped doing that for two seconds and got over themselves, even a little, they might actually become who they were meant to be.”

girl… preach lmao

“I’m not attached to my suffering. I’m not attached to what happened to me.”

“What was it? Did I feel cheated? Did I look back and feel that I had given up my chance for what they call fulfillment? Did I count the mountain peaks of my life and find every one a knoll?”

“But though we all deteriorate, we are given the privilege of deteriorating according to some poetic justice. We ourselves help establish the place and extent of our wearing out.”

“You can’t paint sunlight, you can only paint what it does with shadows on a wall. If you examine a life, do you really examine the life, or do you examine the shadows it casts on other lives?”

“The trouble is that the feelings do not die. I remember too much. I remember a futile life.”