Mistborn: The Final Empire

unduly

“That’s the funny thing about arriving somewhere, Vin,” he said with a wink. “Once you’re there, the only thing you can really do is leave again.

Perhaps they can’t see beyond their keeps and their balls—like they can’t see past my dress and makeup.

indolent,

New tastes are like new ideas, young man—the older you get, the more difficult they are for you to stomach.”

portly.

Although the scent was faint, Vin still caught whiffs of herself occasionally. It was the smell of a passing noblewoman, the scent of a perfumed drawer opened by her brother’s burgling fingers.

apathy.

juvenile.