Shadows of Self: A Mistborn Novel (The Mistborn Saga Book 5)

Marasi had abandoned aspirations toward politics in her youth, and had recently abandoned the solicitors as well. The thing was, those professions had one important flaw: They were populated entirely with attorneys and politicians.

Hey, Hoid. Can I catch a ride up there with you?”

Her personal studies proved that crime went down when people had a sense of identity with and ownership of their community.

He’d always found it odd that so many died when they were old, as logic said that was the point in their lives when they’d had the most practice not dying.

“Greet every morning with a smile. That way it won’t know what you’re planning to do to it?”

The etched letters over the top proclaimed, in High Imperial, WASING THE ALWAYS OF WANTING OF KNOWING. Deep words.

“Proper loafing requires company. One man lying about is being idle; two men lying about is a lunch break.”

“Until you know it ain’t true, treat every woman like she has an older brother what is stronger than you are?”