Every Man Is A Hero Of His

Pain Los[es] Its Power When Other Things Bec[o]me More Important.

Honestly, For An Evil God Of Darkness, He Certainly Can Be Dull.

There Was Rarely An Obvious Branching Point In A Person's Life. People Changed Slowly, Over Time. You Didn't Take On Step, Then Find Yourself In A Completely New Location. You First Took A Little Step Off A Path To Avoid Some Rocks. For A While, You Walked Alongside The Path, But Then You Wandered Out A Little Way To Step On Softer Soil. Then You Stopped Paying Attention As You Drifted Farther And Farther Away. Finally, You Found Yourself In The Wrong City, Wondering Why The Signs On The Roadway Hadn't Led You Better.

Those Candle Flames Were Like The Lives Of Men. So Fragile. So Deadly. Left Alone, They Lit And Warmed. Let Run Rampant, They Would Destroy The Very Things They Were Meant To Illuminate. Embryonic Bonfires, Each Bearing A Seed Of Destruction So Potent It Could Tumble Cities And Dash Kings To Their Knees.

Ham Smiled. "cett's Going To Be Furious." Elend Shrugged. "he's A Paraplegic. What's He Going To Do? Bite Us?