Fantasy books

No one bothered her when they knew how sharp her tongue was. Few were openly hostile to her when there were rumors-false, regrettably—of how she had the power to tear a man's blood from his veins. For so long, she'd believed her thorns would protect her. That if she spoke their language and rose in their ranks, she would be safe, maybe even accepted. How naïve she'd been.

Sometimes, my companions claim that I worry and question too much. However, while I may wonder about my stature as the hero, there is one thing that I have never questioned: the ultimate good of our quest. The Deepness must be destroyed. I have seen it, and I have felt it. This name we give it is too weak a word, I think. Yes, it is deep and un-fathomable, but it is also terrible. Many do not realize that it is sentient, but I have sensed its mind, such that it is, the few times I have confronted it directly. It is a thing of destruction, madness, and corruption. It would destroy this world not out of spite or out of animosity, but simply because that is what it does.

Intresting 🧐 throughout the city-Soothing stations, as they call them. Each one contains a couple of Ministry Soothers whose only duty is to extend a dampening influence around them, calming and depressing the emotions of everyone in the area." Kelsier hissed quietly. "How many?" "Dozens," Marsh said. "Concentrated in skaa sections of the city. They know that the skaa are beaten, but they want to make sure things stay that way." "Bloody hell!" Kelsier said. "I always thought that the skaa inside Luthadel seemed more beaten down than others. No wonder we had so much trouble recruiting. The people's emotions are under a constant Soothing!" Marsh nodded. "The Ministry Soothers are good, Kell-very good. Even better than Breeze. All they do is Soothe all day, every day. And, since they're not trying to get you to do anything specific-instead just keeping you from extreme emotional ranges- they're very hard to notice.