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'It isn't enough to be soft. You've got to be soft and attractive. And I--I'm fading now! I don't know how much longer I can turn the trick.'
- Tennessee Williams, A Streetcar Named Desire
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'It isn't enough to be soft. You've got to be soft and attractive. And I--I'm fading now! I don't know how much longer I can turn the trick.'
- Tennessee Williams, A Streetcar Named Desire
The mists knew him; they claimed him. They could sense Allomancy.
Why do the mists always sound like a living entity? Isn’t it just, yknow, a freaky natural occurrence? It’s not like it’s the collective souls of ancestors long past, or a really really spread out d&d slime. ....Right?
This book makes me question sanity itself.
He Pushed against the coin before it hit the ground, the force of his weight driving it downward in a sharp motion. As soon as it hit the cobblestones, Kelsier’s Pushing forced him upward, turning the second half of his leap into a graceful arc.
Oh oh oh hold up, I get it! It’s like selective magnetism! ...anti-magnetism? Is there a word specifically when you get two similar poles together and they repel instead of attract?...
So, Kelsier is basically doing a Spider-Man web-slinging move with Magneto powers!
Steelpushing and Ironpulling were the first things that Gemmel had taught him.
One, cool, there’s pushing and pulling! Two, hold up who the what now is a Gemmel?
page 92
" — Tem certeza de que é muito tarde? — ele pergunta, a voz grave e persuasiva. — Quero muito vê-la. Não vou demorar. Sorrio, felicíssima ao perceber essa pequena mudança: é ótimo saber que, só para variar um pouco, agora sou eu quem está dando as cartas. — A gente se vê amanhã na aula de inglês — digo, e mentalmente me cumprimento com um tapinha nas costas. — Que tal se eu passar aí pra buscar você? — ele sugere, quase fazendo com que eu me esqueça de Stacia, de Drina, daquela estranha fuga da festa, de tudo. Por muito pouco não me disponho a passar uma borracha em tudo e recomeçar do zero. Mas não vou desistir assim tão facilmente. Portanto, obrigo meus lábios a dizerem: — Miles vai de carona comigo. A gente se vê na aula de inglês. E, antes de correr o risco de mudar de ideia, desligo e arremesso o celular para o outro lado do quarto."
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