The Lost Metal by Brandon Sanderson EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Brandon Sanderson
- Genre: Sword & Sorcery Fantasy
- Publish Date: November 15, 2022
- Size: 41 MB
- Format: PDF / EPUB
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TWENTY-NINE YEARS LATER
Marasi had never been in a sewer before, but it was exactly as awful as she’d
imagined. The stench was incredible, of course. But worse was the way her
booted feet would occasionally slip for a heart-stopping moment, threatening
to plunge her down into the “mud” underneath.
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At least she’d had the foresight to wear a uniform with trousers today,
along with knee-high leather work boots. But there was no protection from
the scent, the feel, or—unfortunately—the sound of it. When she took a step
—map in one hand, rifle in the other—each boot would pull free with a
squelch of mythical proportions. It would have been the worst sound ever, if
not overmatched by Wayne’s complaining.
“Wax never brought me into a rusting sewer,” he muttered, raising the
lantern.
“Are there sewers in the Roughs?”
“Well, no,” he admitted. “Pastures smell almost as bad, and he did make
me march through those. But Marasi, they didn’t have spiders.”
“They probably did,” she said, angling the map toward his lantern. “You
just couldn’t see them.”
“Suppose,” he grumbled. “But it’s worse when you can see the webs.
Also there’s, you know, the literal sewage.”
Marasi nodded to a side tunnel and they started in that direction. “Do you
want to talk about it?”
“What?” he demanded.
“Your mood.”
“Nothing’s wrong with my rusting mood,” he said. “It’s precisely the
mood you’re supposed to have when your partner forces you to stick your
frontside into a buncha stuff that comes out of your backside.”
“And last week?” she asked. “When we were investigating a perfume
shop?”
“Rusting perfumers,” Wayne said, his eyes narrowing. “Never can tell
what they’re hiding with those fancy smells. You can’t trust a man what
doesn’t smell like a man should.”
“Sweat and booze?”
“Sweat and cheap booze.”
“Wayne, how can you complain about someone putting on airs? You put
on a different personality every time you change hats.”
“Does my smell change?”
“I suppose not.”
“Argument won. There are literally no holes in it whatsoever.
Conversation over.”
They shared a look.
“I should get me some perfumes, eh?” Wayne said. “Someone might spot
my disguises if I always smell like sweat and cheap booze.”
“You’re hopeless.”
“What’s hopeless,” he said, “is my poor shoes.”
“Could have worn boots like I suggested.”
“Ain’t got no boots,” he said. “Wax stole them.”
“Wax stole your boots. Really.”
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