Elend: I kind of lost track of time… Breeze: For two hours? Elend: There were books involved.

This is going to take a while. I'm a fantasy author. We have trouble with the concept of brevity.

I've seen Steelheart bleed

Raoden turned to regard the large Dula. "What does it matter? It's not like we have anything pressing to do. It's actually quite pleasant up here—you should just sit back and enjoy it." An ominous crash came from the clouds above them, and Raoden felt a wet drop splat against his head. "Fantastic," Galladon grumbled. "I'm enjoying myself already.

That's kind of what trust is, isn't it? A willful self-delusion.

A story doesn't live until it is imagined in someone's mind.

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