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383 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2015
“Spectacles. They were kind of like a hat for smart people.”
“The law is not something holy, son. It’s just a reflection of the ideals of those lucky enough to be in charge.”
“This coin is worth more than the others because people think it is. They expect it to be. The most important things in the world are worth only what people will pay for them. If you can raise someone’s expectation … if you can make them need something … that is the source of wealth. Owning things of value is secondary to creating things of value where none once existed.”
“No, freedom was not lack of responsibilities—it was being able to do what was right, without having to worry if it was also wrong.”
“She had a way of pouring everything of herself into what she did. When she fought, she was the blade. When she loved, she was the kiss. In that regard, she was far more … human than any I have known.”
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“I heard voices in my head once too, you know.”
“You did?”
“Sure. Gave me a fright. I banged my head against the wall until I went unconscious. Never heard them again! Ha. Showed ’em good, I did. If rats move in, best thing to do is to burn the nest and send ’em packing.”
“And the nest … was your head.”
“Yup.”
Steris stopped on a page in her notebook, then turned it around. There, in her neat handwriting, was a detailed agenda for their evening at the party. The third entry read, 8:17. Way into the building likely blocked by traffic. Lord Waxillium carries us up to the top floor by Allomancy, which is completely inappropriate and at the same time breathtaking.
He raised an eyebrow, checking his pocket watch, which he carried in his gunbelt—not his vest—to be easily dropped with his other metals. “It’s 8:13. You’re slipping.”
Regular folk, they called something after what it was. You’d say, “What’s that, Kell?” And they’d say, “That? That there’s the crapper.” And you’d reply, “What do you do with it?” And they’d say, “Well, Wayne, that’s where you put your crap.”
It made sense. But rich folk, they had a different word for the crapper. They’d call it a “commode” or a “washroom.” That way, when someone asked for the crapper, they knew it was a person they needed to oppress.
“What’s wrong with you lately?” Marasi demanded. “You complain about the motorcar, about me being here, about your tea being too hot in the morning. One would almost think you’d made some horrible life decision that you regret deep down. Wonder what it could be.”
Wax kept his eyes forward. In the mirror, he saw Wayne lean back in and raise his eyebrows. “She might have a point, mate.”
“You’re not helping.”
“Wasn’t intending to,” Wayne said. “Fortunately, I know which horrible life decision she’s talkin’ about. You really should have bought that hat we looked at last week. It was lucky. I’ve got a fifth sense for these things.”
“I coulda delivered that, you know.…”
“You, she would shoot,” Wax said.
“Only ’cuz she likes me,” Wayne said, smiling. He’d have welcomed an excuse to go see Ranette. This night was getting darker and darker, it seemed.
“Wayne…” Wax said. “You know she doesn’t actually like you.”
“You always say that, but you’re just not seein’ the truth, Wax.”
“She tries to kill you.”
“To keep me alive,” Wayne said. “She knows I live a dangerous life. So, keepin’ me on my toes is the best way to make sure I stick around…”
Gut lurching but spirit leaping.
Gottago. Watchdaidiot. Berideback.
“Wayne, are you drunk? It ain’t even noon yet!”
“I ain’t drunk, “ Wayne said, sniffling, “I’m investigatin’ alternative states of sobriety.”
Spectacles. They were kind of like a hat for smart people.
[The girls’ dormitory] looked an awful lot like a prison: three stories of small windows, stonework architecture, and iron grates that seemed to say “Stay away, boys, if you value your nether parts.”
“You!”
“Hello,” Wayne said.
“How did you get by campus security?” . . . The tyrant rumbled around the side of her desk. It was like watching an ocean liner try to navigate the city canals. She wore a tiny hat, in an attempt at fashion. She liked to consider herself a part of Elendel upper society, and she kind of was. In the same way that the blocks of granite that made up the steps to the governor’s mansion were part of civic government.
“You,” she said, spearing Wayne in the chest with a finger. “I thought I told you not to come back.”
“I thought I ignored you.”
“Are you drunk?” She sniffed at his breath.
“No,” Wayne said. “If I were drunk, you wouldn’t look nearly so ugly.”
"I'm not Harmony's hands," Wax whispered "I'm His sword."
"You put dynamite in the oven, Wayne"
"Gotta hide a gift where nobody'll look for it."
Steris folded her arms. "Oh? I suppose I should take the butler instead, then?"
"If you like"
"Becareful about that Steris," Wayne added "Wax's butlers have a tendency to explode."
"I killed her," Wax whispered, squeezing his eyes closed. "I killed her again.
"I cheated, if you must know." "...Cheated?"
"I know you enjoy witty conversation," she said, "so I prepared earlier, writing myself a list of things I could say that you would find engaging."'
After a short ride, he and Marasi had walked in on these two in the middling of their belching...contest? Wax wasn't certain if it was a contest, or a matter of mutual appreciation, like two virtuosos playing their favourite songs.
MeLaan finished her beer, then dramatically held up her hand, the Palm split, forming lips, which then let out a soft belch. "Cheating" Wayne said. "Just using what my father gave me," MeLaan said.
“I told myself I was setting out to find adventure; I never intended to be a lawman. I think I knew, deep down, that I couldn’t change anything in Elendel. It was too big, the men in suits too crafty. Out in the Roughs, one man with a gun meant something. Here, it’s hard to see him as anything other than a relic”
“I ain’t drunk,” Wayne said, sniffling. “I’m investigatin’ alternative states of sobriety.”
“The law is not something holy, son. It’s just a reflection of the ideals of those lucky enough to be in charge.”
“Cleaning the wound is often more painful
than the cut itself.”