Brandon Sanderson
"Spoilers," Kelsier said.
"We'll put a warning at the top," Moiraine replied, settling down on the ledge, sparing not a glance for the plunge. "And don't change the topic. I believe that I would win, as you're actually a corpse."
"You're dead too," Kelsier said.
"I got better."
"You did?" Kelsier said, surprised.
"Book Thirteen."
"Damn. I got stuck in Book Ten."
"It's not as bad as people say," Moiraine replied. "Mat's sections are wonderful."
"Well," Kelsier said, "I don't think it matters if you came back. We could just say this is me from the middle of the first Mistborn book. Besides, I think I eventually got better myself."
"Doesn't count. You became a disembodied voice that may or may not have actually been speaking into the mind of a young boy who was probably insane."
"Yes," Kelsier said, "but my series has a long way to go yet. Who knows what could happen? I've heard that some very remarkable things can happen with spikes . . ."