mail-mi

...since when is being a crocodile different from saving humanity?

So...he's if Lightwards was a crocodile?

My theory is that Harmony will have to create the Pits of Hathsin and, by extension, Atium, again, if he wants to stay as Harmony. As we know, Ruin is the stronger shard, because the people all have bits of Preservation inside of them. If he doesn't make the Pits and get rid of some of the excess Ruin, he'll stray more and more to the Ruin side of Harmony--something I don't think Sazed wants to do, considering what he saw Ruin do during Final Empire times. So Harmony will have to create Atium to equal out Preservation's and Ruin's influence over him.

Yes the Pack of the Cosmere is a lot of fun, but there is no wolf with out a cookie.

No, he is well aware of his limitations, especially with Koschei at his side.

Got it. Changing that now.

....doesn't omnipotent mean all-knowing? If it isn't, what's the word that starts with omni- that does mean all-knowing? I'll change it to that.

New Reader post up! This time with flashback!

Thanks to Twi for helping me with Koschei! Darkness. Reader tightened up as soon as the bag went over his head. He tried to move, tried to attack, tried to get out, but his body wouldn’t obey his commands. Though a bit of light still seeped through the canvas, he couldn’t make anything out. He couldn’t. See. Anything. Reader barely moved as he felt the pandas pick up the bag and start to hoof it--or maybe paw it--down the hall. He wanted to claw, he wanted to punch, but his body refused to move. Darkness. He was blind. His powers relied on sight, and if he was sightless, he couldn’t Read anything. Though darkness wasn’t technically his weakness, it still hindered him greatly. The constant wealth of information he had grown so accustomed to was gone. This had only happened once before. * * * Two years ago. Koschei left him. After supposedly “trying” to heal him, he just up-and-left. Reader tried to shout out in rage, but he could hardly form a single coherent word. That blasted Epic! That sparking slontze! Reader clutched his wound again, which was still open. He wanted to do something to him, something that would hurt him forever. A voice whispered in the back of his mind. You know him better than anyone else, Reader. You can figure out his weakness... Reader pushed the thought away. If he killed Koschei, what would be left for him? Koschei was the immortal “god” of healing. Reader was just omniscient, not immortal. No, Koschei must’ve disapproved of something he’d done before. There was no other reason that he would refuse to heal him, right? Determining to prove his loyalty, to show Koschei how much he needed Reader, he walked after Koschei to the garage. “N-north,” the driver, Clarence Lloyd Martin, sputtered. “He went north.” Springfield, Reader thought. He’s talking about Springfield. “Was he armed?” Koschei asked, his knife still bloodied. He must have killed and revived Clarence a few times already. Reader stepped up to Koschei. “Yes, Springfield was armed,” he said proudly. “Also, the driver didn’t talk to him at all, he just saw him going north. He doesn’t know exactly where Springfield is headed.” Koschei eyed Reader, then turned back to Clarence. “Thank you.” Koschei drew a bloodied finger along Clarence’s cheek until he opened his eyes and looked into his smile. His eyes closed again. “Continue to do as I say, and you will remain whole.” He released Clarence, who sank slowly to the floor, and smiled at his prisoners. Shots rang out, and Reader ducked down, until he realized they were coming from somewhere distant from the garage. Not all of them were stopped by Frequency’s whistles. Koschei’s cruel smile faded, and Reader winced. Others were following the plan Koschei had put into place, and were attempting to secure some of the surrounding homes. It didn’t seem entirely successful. Koschei’s gaze turned back on Reader, and it became a scowl. Briefly--he covered it quickly--but the displeasure was unmistakable. Wiping the blood from his hands, he took a roll of gauze from a battered first-aid kit hanging on the wall, strode toward Reader, and wrapped it tightly around the wound. “You’re coming with me,” he said. It wasn’t a request, nor a command, but a fact. “When we encounter the Springfields, you will tell me where they plan to go.” Reader glanced down at the gauze. Still, he doesn’t heal me. “I...of course. Let’s go.” * * * Reader’s body finally moved, shaking in an intense shiver. He’d buried those memories down, deep down, and yet everyone and everything seemed intent on forcing them back up again. He felt the bag being lifted up, then set down on something. Then...well, then it felt as if the thing the bag was resting on was being lifted higher, and higher, and higher still. Reader hated not knowing exactly where he was going, but it looked like that wasn’t going to change any time soon. At least this ride won’t be as bumpy as when the pandas were carrying me, he thought. Suddenly, the whatever-he-was-in lurched, and Reader fell off of whatever-he’d-been-on-top-of and onto the floor of whatever-it-was. Reader scowled. Never mind.

Hrathen's name is very easily misspelled as Heathen. Which Hrathen is definitely not. Wierd

of beating Aons

Mail-mi stepped up after Xanas stepped down from the slightly raised stage. "Unfortunately," he said, "those of us who have no access to Feruchemical abilities will be unable to use our patent-pending Ferurings. But fear not!" Mail-mi whipped out a bowl, filled to the brim with metal earrings that looked just like the Ferurings. "With one of these in one ear, and a Feruring in the other, you'll be able to pass the boundaries of your birth and become a Feruchemist of whatever metal you desire!" He held up an earring. "Would anybody like to try?"

Raoden walked in

So I read the SotS...but what was the big Tor announcement? The fact that there's two Wax and Wayne books now?

Mail-mi the Man Muncher?

the prize that

When you dream about being a Ferring...only to be disappointed in the dream that you were only a Brass ferring.

Whatever they call the Final Empire after the Lord Ruler dies...why can't I think of the name?? The assembly?

So, I'm wondering what to do with Terry Bloom....he just went to go help on the front lines with the pandas, but I'm not sure what other interesting thing he can do....

Added in chapter 2!

So, I'm finally getting back to editing this. Martyrboy, if you please, I work much better if the edits and critiques are on the actual page. If it is possible to put your edits in comments on the actual paper, if you have time, that would be so awesome.

club on Sel

And Timeport

Epics?

Storm you! I was going to guess that! (The edit, I mean).