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Waxillium Ladrian személy

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“Your mansion isn’t safe?”
“My butler failed to poison me, then tried to shoot me, then set off an explosive in my study.”

Chapter 14

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Ranette · Waxillium Ladrian
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Wayne whistled. “Wonderful show, Wax. Usually I wait to call someone a bastard until the second date.” He eyed Marasi. “Third if she’s pretty.”

Chapter 9

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Marasi Colms · Waxillium Ladrian · Wayne
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Nothing else dangerous we could find. Other than Wayne’s body odor.”
“That’s the smell of incredibleness,”

chapter 10

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Waxillium Ladrian · Wayne
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“‘Morning’ to you is well past noon, Wayne,” Waxillium said. “I doubt you’ve ever seen the dawn.”
“That’s right unfair. See it all the time, when I stay up too late.…”

chapter 10

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Waxillium Ladrian · Wayne
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Wax moved over, gun out, and glanced around the corner into the kitchen. It was just large enough for one person to lie down in. He knew this because of the bloody corpse stretched out on the floor

Chapter 6

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Waxillium Ladrian
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“What the hell are you doing?” Lessie demanded.
“Calling my horse,” Waxillium said, then whistled again. “We can hop down into the saddle and ride away.”
She stared at him. “You’re serious.”
“Sure I am. We’ve been practicing.”
A lone figure walked out onto the street below, the kid who had been following Waxillium. “Uh, Wax?” the kid called up. “Destroyer’s just standing there, drinking.”
“Hell,” Waxillium said.
Lessie looked at him. “You named your horse—”
“She’s a little too placid, all right?” Waxillium snapped, climbing up onto the windowsill. “I thought the name might inspire her.” He cupped his hand, calling to the boy below. “Wayne! Bring her out here. We’re going to jump!”
“Like hell we are,” Lessie said. “You think there’s something magical about a saddle that will keep us from breaking the horse’s back when we drop into it?”
Waxillium hesitated. “Well, I’ve read about people doing this.…”
“Yeah, I’ve got an idea,” Lessie said. “Next, why don’t you call out Granite Joe, and go stand out in the road and have a good old-fashioned showdown at noon.”
“You think that would work? I—”
“No, it won’t work,” she snapped. “Nobody does that. It’s stupid. Ruin! How did you kill Peret the Black?”
They stared at each other a moment.
“Well…” Waxillium started.
“Oh hell. You caught him on the crapper, didn’t you?”
Waxillium grinned at her. “Yeah.”
“Did you shoot him in the back too?”
“As bravely as any man ever shot another in the back.”
“Huh. There might be hope for you yet.”
He nodded toward the window. “Jump?”
“Sure. Why not break both my legs before getting shot?

PROLOGUE

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Lessie · Waxillium Ladrian · Wayne
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Wax smiled. “You accounted for this delay, did you?”
Steris stopped on a page in her notebook, then turned it around. There, in her neat handwriting, was a detailed agenda for their evening at the party. The third entry read, 8:17. Way into the building likely blocked by traffic. Lord Waxillium carries us up to the top floor by Allomancy, which is completely inappropriate and at the same time breathtaking.
He raised an eyebrow, checking his pocket watch, which he carried in his gunbelt—not his vest—to be easily dropped with his other metals. “It’s 8:13. You’re slipping.”
“Traffic on the promenade was lighter than I expected.”
“You really want to do this the hard way?”
“I believe this will actually be the easy way,” Steris said. “Completely inappropriate though.”
“Completely.”
“Fortunately, you have a reputation for that sort of thing, and I can’t be expected to keep you reined in. I did wear dark undergarments, though, so they won’t be as visible from below while we are flying.”
Wax smiled, then reached under his seat, getting out the package that Ranette had sent him. He tucked that under his arm, then pushed open the door. “People underestimate you,Steris.”
“No,” she said, stepping out onto the misty sidewalk. He saw she wore shoes that fastened securely. Good. “They simply presume to know me when they do not. Understanding social conventions is not the same as condoning them. Now, how is it that we are to—Oh!”

Chapter 8

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Steris Harms · Waxillium Ladrian
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Funny, that Steris would remark on someone being boring.…
“You’re thinking,” Steris said, “that it is ironic that I would note that someone is a bore—as I myself have a reputation for the same personality flaw.”
“I would not have phrased it like that.”
“It’s all right,” Steris said. “As I have said many times before, I am aware of my reputation. I must embrace my nature. I recognize another bore as you might recognize a master Allomancer—as a colleague whose arts I don’t particularly wish to sample.”
Wax found himself smiling.
“As a side note,” Steris said softly as she steered them toward where the governor was speaking with the lord of House Erikell, “if you do find the murderer, steer me in her direction. I shall endeavor to fascinate her with details of our house finances. With luck, she’ll fall asleep in her drink and drown, and I shall have my first kill.”

Chapter 9

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Steris Harms · Waxillium Ladrian
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– Egyszer tévedésből ellőttem egy kutya farkát – felelte az ikerszerzet félvállról. – Vicces történet…
– A kutyalövészet aligha illő vacsoratéma – tiltakozott az asszony.
– Tudom. Főleg mivel a golyójára céloztam.
Marasi nehezen állta meg, hogy ki ne köpje a levest az asztalra.
– Ladrian úr! – kiáltott fel Steris. Az apja úgy tűnt, jól szórakozik.
– Azt hittem, már nem tudom megbotránkoztatni – szabadkozott az asszonynak. – Csak a hipotézisét ellenőriztem, kedvesem.
(…)
– Ladrian úr, hallottam, hogy egyszer megdobott valakit a saját késével és pont a szemén találta el. Igaz ez?
– Igazából Wayne kése volt – vallotta be a férfi. Tétovázott. – És a szemen dobás a véletlennek köszönhető. Igazából a fickónak is a golyójára céloztam.
– Na de Ladrian úr! – kiáltotta Steris hamuszürke arccal.
– Tudom. Eléggé célt tévesztettem. Nem nagyon értek a késekhez.

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Marasi Colms · Steris Harms · Waxillium Ladrian · Wayne
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– Oltári, akár Oltalom – válaszolt Wayne, majd megfordult és a hátát Waxilliuménak vetette. – Tudni akarod, igazából miért jöttem utánad a városba?
– Miért?
– Elképzeltem, amint boldogan fekszel egy kényelmes ágyban, pihengetsz, és életed hátralévő részében teát kortyolgatsz és újságot olvasol, miközben a szolgák ételt hoznak neked, a szobalányok pedig masszírozzák a lábujjadat, meg ilyesmi.
– És?
– És nem hagyhattam, hogy ilyen sorsra juss. – A békebíró megborzongott. – Túl jó barátod vagyok ahhoz, hogy hagyjalak így meghalni.
– Kényelemben?
– Nem. Unalomban! – Újra belereszketett.
Waxillium elmosolyodott, aztán hüvelykujját a kakasra tette és felhúzta a revolvereket. Amikor fiatalon a Végeken kötött ki, pont olyan helyre került, ahol szükség volt rá. Talán újra ez történik.
– Gyerünk! – kiáltotta, és előrenyújtotta a két pisztolyt.

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Waxillium Ladrian · Wayne