It's Easy To Believe In

So, There I Was, Tied To An Altar Made From Outdated Encyclopedias, About To Get Sacrificed To The Dark Powers By A Cult Of Evil Librarians.

I Love To Do What I Do. So, I Do Work Long Hours.

Well, Then," He Said. "let's Do It." "what?" Vin Asked. "save The World." Elend Said. "stop The Ash.

By Now, It Is Probably Very Late At Night, And You Have Stayed Up To Read This Book When You Should Have Gone To Sleep. If This Is The Case, Then I Commend You For Falling Into My Trap. It Is A Writer's Greatest Pleasure To Hear That Someone Was Kept Up Until The Unholy Hours Of The Morning Reading One Of His Books. It Goes Back To Authors Being Terrible People Who Delight In The Suffering Of Others. Plus, We Get A Kickback From The Caffeine Industry.

Anyone Know Where Kell Is?" "sleeping," Vin Said. "he Came In Late Last Night, And Hasn't Gotten Up Yet." Ham Grunted, Taking A Bite Of Baywrap. "dox?" "in His Room On The Third Floor," Vin Said. "he Got Up Early, Came Down To Get Something To Eat, And Went Back Upstairs." ... Ham Raised An Eyebrow. "you Always Keep Track Of Where Everyone Is Like That?" "yes.