This is Sazed from the mist born series he is Tarice and Vins adviser.
I’m not done yet I need, as you can see, to do the face with my markers.!
I’m really excited to see the finished result
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This is Sazed from the mist born series he is Tarice and Vins adviser.
I’m not done yet I need, as you can see, to do the face with my markers.!
I’m really excited to see the finished result
Me after just finishing The Hero of Ages:
"Vin isn't ... like other women." Tindwyl raised an eyebrow, her voice softening slightly. "I think that the more women you come to know, Your Majesty, the more you'll find that statement applies to all of them. "
The Well of Ascension by Brandon Sanderson
Late on the draw, but this is Halloween as a Mistborn. Though everyone else assumed I was the grim reaper. My online friends didn’t disappoint me though.
I’m dying of anticipation,” Breeze said. He turned his cane toward Lestibournes. “Spook, drink.” Spook rushed over and fetched Breeze a cup of wine. “He’s such a fine lad,” Breeze noted, accepting the drink. “I barely even have to nudge him Allomantically. If only the rest of you ruffians were so accommodating.” Spook frowned. “Niceing the not on the playing without.” “I have no idea what you just said, child,” Breeze said. “So I’m simply going to pretend it was incoherent, then move on.” Kelsier rolled his eyes. “Losing the stress on the nip,” he said. “Notting without the needing of care.” “Riding the rile of the rids to the right,” Spook said with a nod. “What are you two babbling about?” Breeze said testily. “Wasing the was of brightness,” Spook said. “Nip the having of wishing of this.” “Ever wasing the doing of this,” Kelsier agreed. “Ever wasing the wish of having the have,” Ham added with a smile. “Brighting the wish of wasing the not.” Breeze turned to Dockson with exasperation. “I believe our companions have finally lost their minds, dear friend.” Dockson shrugged. Then, with a perfectly straight face, he said, “Wasing not of wasing is.” Breeze sat, dumbfounded, and the room burst into laughter.
the Final Empire, Brandon Sanderson