Somehow, she had grown into a woman in between the fall of kings and collapse of worlds. Once she had been terrified of change. Then she had been terrified of losing Elend. Now her fears were more nebulous - worries of what would come after she was gone, worries of what would happen to the people of the empire if she failed.

A thing of nature. For every Push, there is a Pull. A consequence.

I am mountains that crush. I am waves that crash. I am storms that shatter. I am the end.

Raoden looked up at his friend. "We're not dead, Galladon, and we're not damned. We're just unfinished.

I was thinking that work is like fertilizer in that I'm glad it exists; I just don't ever want to get stuck in it.

Ham smiled. "Cett's going to be furious." Elend shrugged. "He's a paraplegic. What's he going to do? Bite us?

You're wonderful. So full of life and excitement. The priests and servants of the palace, they wear colors, but there's no color inside of them. They just go about their duties, eyes down, solemn. You've got color on the inside, so much of it that it bursts out and colors everything around you.