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And no, for those searching, Hoid does not make an appearance. Unfortunately, he needed to be somewhere else in the timeline at this point.)

Mercury?" Mizzy asked . "Yeah," I said, taking the globe and turning it over. "Isn't that stuff, like, reaaaal bad for you?" "Not sure," I admitted. "It causes madness," Abraham said, than after a moment, "So no big changes for anyone in this particular car.

I'd gone on such a rampage that I would have made the proverbial bull in the proverbial china shop look unproverbially good by proverbial comparison. (Personally, I don't even know how he'd fit through the door. Proverbially.)

She was absolutely beautiful. She had long blonde hair, kind of the shade of a bowl of mac and cheese. She was smiling a wide, genuine smile—which was rather the shape of a macaroni and cheese noodle. She seemed to radiate light, much like a bowl of mac and cheese might if you stuffed a lightbulb into it. Her skin was soft and squishy, like— Okay. Maybe I'm too hungry to be writing right now.

The world would find them anyway. It was good at these kinds of games.

reading was hardly as practical a skill as being able to handle a dagger or use Allomancy?

Maybe you should spend a little less time with your thing and more with your gun." "Now that sounded dirty." "Good. I hate being crass by accident.

Three chapters is an awfully long time in book terms. You see, time moves differently in novels. The author could, for instance, say, "And I spent fourteen years in prison, where I obtained the learning of a gentleman and discovered the location of a buried treasure." Now

He created kingdoms, and then destroyed them as he made the world anew. We had the wrong gender all along.

I still think a grenade shouldn't be able to explode inward," I said, shaking sand off my clothing as I walked up to the window. "I mean, how would you even make that work?" "Maybe you take the same stuff you put in a regular grenade, then put it in backward?" "I Ã¢â'¬Â¦ don't think it works that way, Bastille.

To a drone I'd have a tiny heat signature, like a squirrel or something. A secretly very, very deadly squirrel.

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

Arrogant son of a supernova.

His brothers, Spin. They're wingmates, Nightstorm Six and Seven.

Honestly, I don't know that the universe yould really handle everyone being infinite Batmans. Perhaps the point of God was to prevent nonsense like that.

He was rambling. But, oddly, his mind felt clearer now than it had in weeks. Perhaps it was the clarity of perspective. Most men spent their entire lives wondering about the future. Well, his future was empty now.

Bastards!" Wayne said. "Wayne!" "Fine! Regular old turds then!

I hear you stabbed my floor,' she noted. 'That's good hardwood, I'll have you know. Honestly. Men and their weapons

Stupid! Quick, say something witty. "Um. Your hair is nice.

Just an idle comment, nothing more...My comments are often idle. I never can get them to do any solid work.

Listening to this speech, he was half inclined to string himself up, which was really disturbing, since he was generally suicidal only in the mornings.

You didn't promise to kill me," Wayne said, pulling on his socks. "You promised to have killed me. That there be the present perfect tense.

Well, now - he said slowly - that's almost a big enough prize to be tempting.

He certainly was a strange Voidbringer. Come to think of it, she'd never seen him act the least bit interested in consuming someone's soul. Maybe he was a vegetarian?