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Unfortunately, Strange happened at that moment to be leaning across the table, balanced upon one foot to take aim at a billiard ball. So surprized was he at what he heard that he missed the shot entirely, struck his cue against the side of the table and promptly fell over.
Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell
Quick Review: Reign of the Fallen
Summary: In Karthia, the dead rule. Literally. Their life beyond death maintained by powerful necromancers like Odessa, the nobility of Karthia have to be very careful never to let the living see their skin, or risk becoming a violent Shade. After centuries of balance, someone seems to be intentionally creating Shades, and it’s Odessa’s job to stop it, but a traumatic death and a girl with pretty green eyes make it hard for her to focus...
Rating: ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆
Opinion: Cool premise and a wlw romance, but it wasn’t nearly as gripping as I wanted it to be.
"I still feel that I was basically luggage for most of the trip." He shrugged. "Steris, I think we're all like that. Shuffled from place to place by duty, or society, or God Himself. It seems like we're just along for the ride, even in our own lives. But once in a while, we do face a choice. A real one. We may not be able to choose what happens to us, or where we'll stop, but we point ourselves in a direction."
Brandon Sanderson, The Bands of Mourning
It was a boat. Of course, the common word 'boat' didn't do the thing justice. Wayne stared at the massive construction, searching for a better description. One that would capture the majesty, the incredible scale of the thing he was seeing. "That's a damn big boat."
Brandon Sanderson, The Bands of Mourning
"Nice flower," the kandra said. "Can I have your skeleton when you're dead?" "My..." Wayne felt at his head. "You're a Bloodmaker, correct? Can heal yourself? Bloodmaker bones tend to be particularly interesting, as your time spent weak and sickly creates oddities in your joints and bones that can be quite distinctive. I'd love to have your skeleton. If you don't mind." Taken aback by the request, Wayne stopped i place. Then he ran past him, pushing into the room where Wax and Steris were talking. "Wax," he complained, pointing, "the immortal bloke is being creepy again."
Brandon Sanderson, The Bands of Mourning
"I'm safe," Wax said. "My powers don't compound - they're from different metals." "They may not compound," VenDell said, "but they're still fascinating, Lord Waxillium. Any mixing of Allomancy and Feruchemy has unanticipated effects." "What is it about you," Wax said, "that makes me want to punch you even when you're saying something helpful?" "None of us have been able to figure it out," MeLaan said, waving for Wayne to toss her a walnut. "One of the cosmere's great mysteries."
Brandon Sanderson, The Bands of Mourning
"Harmony's not my god. I'm a Survivorist." "Oh, yeah," MeLaan said, "because that makes sense. Worship the guy who died, rather than the one who saved the world." "The Survivor transcended death," Marasi said, looking back, hand on the door, but not entering. "He survived even being killed, adopting the mantle of the Ascendant during the time between Preservation's death and Vin's Ascension." Rust... was she arguing theology with a demigod?
Brandon Sanderson, Shadows of Self
Wax paused by Steris's couch. "I..." "A man must have his hobbies," she said,raising another sheet of paper and inspecting it. "I accept yours, Lord Waxillium - but do try to avoid being shot in the face, as we have wedding portraits to sit for this evening."
Brandon Sanderson, Shadows of Self
Steris remains my favourite
You see, we have two ears, but only one mouth. So a good leader will listen twice as much as he shouts.
Commandante Theresa, “Sharpe’s Rifles”
A magician’s house is expected to have certain peculiarities, but the most peculiar feature of Mr Norrell’s house was, without a doubt, Childermass. In no other house-hold in London was there any servant like him. One day he might be observed removing a dirty cup and wiping crumbs from a table like a common footman. The next day he would interrupt a room full of admirals, generals and noblemen to tell them in what particulars he considered them mistaken. Mr Norrell had once publicly reprimanded the Duke of Devonshire for speaking at the same time as Childermass.
Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, Susanna Clarke
Snow began to fall; a few flakes at first – then rather more than a few; until a million little flakes were drifting down from a soft, heavy greenish-grey sky. All the buildings of York became a little fainter, a little greyer in the snow; the people all seemed a little smaller; the cries and shouts, the footsteps and hoofsteps, the creaks of carriages and the slammings of doors were all a little more distant. And all these things became somehow less important until all the world contained was the falling snow, the sea-green sky, the dim, grey ghost of York Cathedral – and Childermass.
I stand by this being the single most romantic paragraph in anything I have ever read
"Wayne glanced toward Steris. "'Ello, Crazy," he said, nodding to her. "Hello, idiot," she said, nodding back.
Brandon Sanderson, Shadows of Self
I have so much respect for Steris you wouldn’t believe
"Stories," she said, smiling wistfully. "Stories of the good and the evil. Most people you meet, they aren't either one." Waxillium frowned. "I'd disagree. Most people seem basically good." "Well, perhaps by one definition. But it seems that either one - good or evil - has to be pursued for it to be significant. People today... it seems that they are good, or sometimes evil, mostly by inertia, not by choice. They act as their surroundings prepare them to act.
Brandon Sanderson, Alloy of Law
Yes give me that philosophical discussion
"Wayne, you could try the doorbell sometime," Wax said. "Nah, that warns the butler," Wayne said. "Which is kind of the point." "Beady little buggers," Wayne said, shutting the door on Darriance. "Can't trust them."
Brandon Sanderson, Shadows of Self
...*coughs*
“Kaladin squatted down beside Rlain. “Hey. You heard what Rock said. I know how you feel. We can help you shoulder this.” “Do you really?” Rlain said. “Do you actually know how I feel, Kaladin Stormblessed? Or is that simply a thing that men say?” “I guess it’s a thing men say,” Kaladin admitted, then pulled over an upside-down bucket for himself. “Can you tell me how it feels?” Did he really want to know? Rlain considered, then attuned Resolve. “I can try.””
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Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer, pg 542
I love Rlain so much.
Quick Review: Mistborn Era 2`
Summary: The era of Vin, Elend, Kelsier, and their allies ended 300 years ago, and the world has moved on. Wax and Wayne, lawmakers newly returned to the city, find themselves out of their depth hunting down the criminals of Elendel and have to make new allies, both human and immortal.
Rating: ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆
Opinion: It doesn’t have quite the sweeping majesty of Era 1, though to be fair it would be hard to match. Clever banter, though somewhat predictable twists. The series improves as you go through. Also has an actual gay character, which is nice!
"I did some researchin'. Real, serious stuff." He paused. "Why do they call it research if I've only done it this one time?" "Because I'll bet you had to look things up twice," Waxillium said
Brandon Sanderson, Alloy of Law
I love their banter
