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

My outlines are always very goal-based. What do I want to have happen by the ending and how can I earn that.

I'm an amalgamation of what I've needed to be. Part scholar, part rebel, part nobleman, part Mistborn, and part soldier. Sometimes I don't even know myself. I had a devil of a time getting all those pieces to work together. And, just when I'm starting to get it figured out, the world up and ends on me.

Galladon paused for a moment, then laughed. "Does nothing frighten you, sule?" "Actually, pretty much everything here does—I'm just good at ignoring the fact that I'm terrified. If I ever realize how scared I am, you'll probably find me trying to hide under those cobblestones over there.

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

It is very important to be reading as well as writing. A doctor is not going to ignore new surgery practices.

You're a mean old man, Your Grace." "And that is the way it should be." Roial informed. "Mean young men are trivial, and kindly old men boring. Here, let me get us something to drink.