Mistborn: The Final Empire (Mistborn Series #1)by Brandon Sanderson
#1 New York Times bestselling author Brandon Sanderson's epic Mistborn Trilogy begins.
Once, a hero rose to save the world. He failed.
For a thousand years since, the world has been a wasteland of ash and mist ruled by the immortal emperor known as the Lord Ruler. Every revolt has failed miserably.
Yet somehow, hope survives. Hope that dares to dream/i>
#1 New York Times bestselling author Brandon Sanderson's epic Mistborn Trilogy begins.
Once, a hero rose to save the world. He failed.
For a thousand years since, the world has been a wasteland of ash and mist ruled by the immortal emperor known as the Lord Ruler. Every revolt has failed miserably.
Yet somehow, hope survives. Hope that dares to dream of ending the empire and defeating the Lord Ruler. A new kind of uprising is being plannedone that depends on the cunning of a brilliant criminal mastermind and the determination of an unlikely heroine: a teenage street urchin named Vin.
Once, a hero rose to save the world and failed. This time, can a young heroine succeed?
“Intrigue, politics, and conspiracies mesh complexly in a world Sanderson realizes in satisfying depth and peoples with impressive characters.” Booklist on Mistborn
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“A fascinating world . . . one that deserves a sequel.” The Washington Post on Mistborn
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By Sanderson, Brandon
Tor FantasyCopyright © 2007 Sanderson, Brandon
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Ash fell from the sky.
Vin watched the downy flakes drift through the air. Leisurely. Careless. Free. The puffs of soot fell like black snowflakes, descending upon the dark city of Luthadel. They drifted in corners, blowing in the breeze and curling in tiny whirlwinds over the cobblestones. They seemed so uncaring. What would that be like?
Vin sat quietly in one of the crew’s watch-holes—a hidden alcove built into the bricks on the side of the safe house. From within it, a crewmember could watch the street for signs of danger. Vin wasn’t on duty; the watch-hole was simply one of the few places where she could find solitude.
And Vin liked solitude. When you’re alone, no one can betray you. Reen’s words. Her brother had taught her so many things, then had reinforced them by doing what he’d always promised he would—by betraying her himself. It’s the only way you’ll learn. Anyone will betray you, Vin. Anyone.
The ash continued to fall. Sometimes, Vin imagined she was like the ash, or the wind, or the mist itself. A thing without thought, capable of simply being, not thinking, caring, or hurting. Then she could be . . . free.
She heard shuffling a short distanceaway, then the trapdoor at the back of the small chamber snapped open.
“Vin!” Ulef said, sticking his head into the room. “There you are! Camon’s been searching for you for a half hour.”
That’s kind of why I hid in the first place.
“You should get going,” Ulef said. “The job’s almost ready to begin.”
Ulef was a gangly boy. Nice, after his own fashion—naive, if one who had grown up in the underworld could ever really be called “naive.” Of course, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t betray her. Betrayal had nothing to do with friendship; it was a simple fact of survival. Life was harsh on the streets, and if a skaa thief wanted to keep from being caught and executed, he had to be practical.
And ruthlessness was the very most practical of emotions. Another of Reen’s sayings.
“Well?” Ulef asked. “You should go. Camon’s mad.”
When is he not? However, Vin nodded, scrambling out of the cramped—yet comforting—confines of the watch-hole. She brushed past Ulef and hopped out of the trapdoor, moving into a hallway, then a run-down pantry. The room was one of many at the back of the store that served as a front for the safe house. The crew’s lair itself was hidden in a tunneled stone cavern beneath the building.
She left the building through a back door, Ulef trailing behind her. The job would happen a few blocks away, in a richer section of town. It was an intricate job—one of the most complex Vin had ever seen. Assuming Camon wasn’t caught, the payoff would be great indeed. If he was caught . . . Well, scamming noblemen and obligators was a very dangerous profession—but it certainly beat working in the forges or the textile mills.
Vin exited the alleyway, moving out onto a dark, tenement-lined street in one of the city’s many skaa slums. Skaa too sick to work lay huddled in corners and gutters, ash drifting around them. Vin kept her head down and pulled up her cloak’s hood against the still falling flakes.
Free. No, I’ll never be free. Reen made certain of that when he left.
“There you are!” Camon lifted a squat, fat finger and jabbed it toward her face. “Where were you?”
Vin didn’t let hatred or rebellion show in her eyes. She simply looked down, giving Camon what he expected to see. There were other ways to be strong. That lesson she had learned on her own.
Camon growled slightly, then raised his hand and backhanded her across the face. The force of the blow threw Vin back against the wall, and her cheek blazed with pain. She slumped against the wood, but bore the punishment silently. Just another bruise. She was strong enough to deal with it. She’d done so before.
“Listen,” Camon hissed. “This is an important job. It’s worth thousands of boxings—worth more than you a hundred times over. I won’t have you fouling it up. Understand?”
Camon studied her for a moment, his pudgy face red with anger. Finally, he looked away, muttering to himself.
He was annoyed about something—something more than just Vin. Perhaps he had heard about the skaa rebellion several days to the north. One of the provincial lords, Themos Tresting, had apparently been murdered, his manor burned to the ground. Such disturbances were bad for business; they made the aristocracy more alert, and less gullible. That, in turn, could cut seriously into Camon’s profits.
He’s looking for someone to punish, Vin though. He always gets nervous before a job. She looked up at Camon, tasting blood on her lip. She must have let some of her confidence show, because he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, and his expression darkened. He raised his hand, as if to strike her again.
Vin used up a bit of her Luck.
She expended just a smidgen; she’d need the rest for the job. She directed the Luck at Camon, calming his nervousness. The crewleader paused—oblivious of Vin’s touch, yet feeling its effects nonetheless. He stood for a moment; then he sighed, turning away and lowering his hand.
Vin wiped her lip as Camon waddled away. The thiefmaster looked very convincing in his nobleman’s suit. It was as rich a costume as Vin had ever seen—it had a white shirt overlaid by a deep green vest with engraved gold buttons. The black suit coat was long, after the current fashion, and he wore a matching black hat. His fingers sparkled with rings, and he even carried a fine dueling cane. Indeed, Camon did an excellent job of imitating a nobleman; when it came to playing a role, there were few thieves more competent than Camon. Assuming he could keep his temper under control.
The room itself was less impressive. Vin pulled herself to her feet as Camon began to snap at some of the other crewmembers. They had rented one of the suites at the top of a local hotel. Not too lavish—but that was the idea. Camon was going to be playing the part of “Lord Jedue,” a country nobleman who had hit upon hard financial times and come to Luthadel to get some final, desperate contracts.
The main room had been transformed into a sort of audience chamber, set with a large desk for Camon to sit behind, the walls decorated with cheap pieces of art. Two men stood beside the desk, dressed in formal stewards’ clothing; they would play the part of Camon’s manservants.
“What is this ruckus?” a man asked, entering the room. He was tall, dressed in a simple gray shirt and a pair of slacks, with a thin sword tied at his waist. Theron was the other crewleader—this particular scam was actually his. He’d brought in Camon as a partner; he’d needed someone to play Lord Jedue, and everyone knew that Camon was one of the best.
Camon looked up. “Hum? Ruckus? Oh, that was just a minor discipline problem. Don’t bother yourself, Theron.” Camon punctuated his remark with a dismissive wave of the hand—there was a reason he played such a good aristocrat. He was arrogant enough that he could have been from one of the Great Houses.
Theron’s eyes narrowed. Vin knew what the man was probably thinking: He was deciding how risky it would be to put a knife in Camon’s fat back once the scam was over. Eventually, the taller crewleader looked away from Camon, glancing at Vin. “Who’s this?” he asked.
“Just a member of my crew,” Camon said.
“I thought we didn’t need anyone else.”
“Well, we need her,” Camon said. “Ignore her. My end of the operation is none of your concern.”
Theron eyed Vin, obviously noting her bloodied lip. She glanced away. Theron’s eyes lingered on her, however, running down the length of her body. She wore a simple white buttoned shirt and a pair of overalls. Indeed, she was hardly enticing; scrawny with a youthful face, she supposedly didn’t even look her sixteen years. Some men preferred such women, however.
She considered using a bit of Luck on him, but eventually he turned away. “The obligator is nearly here,” Theron said. “Are you ready?”
Camon rolled his eyes, settling his bulk down into the chair behind the desk. “Everything is perfect. Leave me be, Theron! Go back to your room and wait.”
Theron frowned, then spun and walked from the room, muttering to himself.
Vin scanned the room, studying the decor, the servants, the atmosphere. Finally, she made her way to Camon’s desk. The crewleader sat rifling through a stack of papers, apparently trying to decide which ones to put out on the desktop.
“Camon,” Vin said quietly, “the servants are too fine.”
Camon frowned, looking up. “What is that you’re babbling?”
“The servants,” Vin repeated, still speaking in a soft whisper. “Lord Jedue is supposed to be desperate. He’d have rich clothing left over from before, but he wouldn’t be able to afford such rich servants. He’d use skaa.”
Camon glared at her, but he paused. Physically, there was little difference between noblemen and skaa. The servants Camon had appointed, however, were dressed as minor noblemen—they were allowed to wear colorful vests, and they stood a little confidently.
“The obligator has to think that you’re nearly impoverished,” Vin said. “Pack the room with a lot of skaa servants instead.”
“What do you know?” Camon said, scowling at her.
“Enough.” She immediately regretted the word; it sounded too rebellious. Camon raised a bejeweled hand, and Vin braced herself for another slap. She couldn’t afford to use up any more Luck. She had precious little remaining anyway.
However, Camon didn’t hit her. Instead, he sighed and rested a pudgy hand on her shoulder. “Why do you insist on provoking me, Vin? You know the debts your brother left when he ran away. Do you realize that a less merciful man than myself would have sold you to the whoremasters long ago? How would you like that, serving in some nobleman’s bed until he grew tired of you and had you executed?”
Vin looked down at her feet.
Camon’s grip grew tight, his fingers pinching her skin where neck met shoulder, and she gasped in pain despite herself. He grinned at the reaction.
“Honestly, I don’t know why I keep you, Vin,” he said, increasing the pressure of his grip. “I should have gotten rid of you months ago, when your brother betrayed me. I suppose I just have too kindly a heart.”
He finally released her, then pointed for her to stand over by the side of the room, next to a tall indoor plant. She did as ordered, orienting herself so she had a good view of the entire room. As soon as Camon looked away, she rubbed her shoulder. Just another pain. I can deal with pain.
Camon sat for a few moments. Then, as expected, he waved to the two “servants” at his side.
“You two!” he said. “You’re dressed too richly. Go put on something that makes you look like skaa servants instead—and bring back six more men with you when you come.”
Soon, the room was filled as Vin had suggested. The obligator arrived a short time later.
Vin watched Prelan Laird step haughtily into the room. Shaved bald like all obligators, he wore a set of dark gray robes. The Ministry tattoos around his eyes identified him as a prelan, a senior bureaucrat in the Ministry’s Canton of Finance. A set of lesser obligators trailed behind him, their eye tattoos far less intricate.
Camon rose as the prelan entered, a sign of respect—something even the highest of Great House noblemen would show to an obligator of Laird’s rank. Laird gave no bow or acknowledgment of his own, instead striding forward and taking the seat in front of Camon’s desk. One of the crewmen impersonating a servant rushed forward, bringing chilled wine and fruit for the obligator.
Laird picked at the fruit, letting the servant stand obediently, holding the platter of food as if he were a piece of furniture. “Lord Jedue,” Laird finally said. “I am glad we finally have the opportunity to meet.”
“As am I, Your Grace,” Camon said.
“Why is it, again, that you were unable to come to the Canton building, instead requiring that I visit you here?”
“My knees, Your Grace,” Camon said. “My physicians recommend that I travel as little as possible.”
And you were rightly apprehensive about being drawn into a Ministry stronghold, Vin thought.
“I see,” Laird said. “Bad knees. An unfortunate attribute in a man who deals in transportation.”
“I don’t have to go on the trips, Your Grace,” Camon said, bowing his head. “Just organize them.”
Good, Vin thought. Make sure you remain subservient, Camon. You need to seem desperate.
Vin needed this scam to succeed. Camon threatened her and he beat her—but he considered her a good-luck charm. She wasn’t sure if he knew why his plans went better when she was in the room, but he had apparently made the connection. That made her valuable—and Reen had always said that the surest way to stay alive in the underworld was to make yourself indispensable.
“I see,” Laird said again. “Well, I fear that our meeting has come too late for your purposes. The Canton of Finance has already voted on your proposal.”
“So soon?” Camon asked with genuine surprise.
“Yes,” Laird replied, taking a sip of his wine, still not dismissing the servant. “We have decided not to accept your contract.”
Camon sat for a moment, stunned. “I’m sorry to hear that, Your Grace.”
Laird came to meet you, Vin thought. That means he’s still in a position to negotiate.
“Indeed,” Camon continued, seeing what Vin had. “That is especially unfortunate, as I was ready to make the Ministry an even better offer.”
Laird raised a tattooed eyebrow. “I doubt it will matter. There is an element of the Council who feels that the Canton would receive better service if we found a more stable house to transport our people.”
“That would be a grave mistake,” Camon said smoothly. “Let us be frank, Your Grace. We both know that this contract is House Jedue’s last chance. Now that we’ve lost the Farwan deal, we cannot afford to run our canal boats to Luthadel anymore. Without the Ministry’s patronage, my house is financially doomed.”
“This is doing very little to persuade me, Your Lordship,” the obligator said.
“Isn’t it?” Camon asked. “Ask yourself this, Your Grace—who will serve you better? Will it be the house that has dozens of contracts to divide its attention, or the house that views your contract as its last hope? The Canton of Finance will not find a more accommodating partner than a desperate one. Let my boats be the ones that bring your acolytes down from the north—let my soldiers escort them—and you will not be disappointed.”
Good, Vin thought.
“I . . . see,” the obligator said, now troubled.
“I would be willing to give you an extended contract, locked in at the price of fifty boxings a head per trip, Your Grace. Your acolytes would be able to travel our boats at their leisure, and would always have the escorts they need.”
The obligator raised an eyebrow. “That’s half the former fee.”
“I told you,” Camon said. “We’re desperate. My house needs to keep its boats running. Fifty boxings will not make us a profit, but that doesn’t matter. Once we have the Ministry contract to bring us stability, we can find other contracts to fill our coffers.”
Laird looked thoughtful. It was a fabulous deal—one that might ordinarily have been suspicious. However, Camon’s presentation created the image of a house on the brink of financial collapse. The other crewleader, Theron, had spent five years building, scamming, and finagling to create this moment. The Ministry would be remiss not to consider the opportunity.
Laird was realizing just that. The Steel Ministry was not just the force of bureaucracy and legal authority in the Final Empire—it was like a noble house unto itself. The more wealth it had, the better its own mercantile contracts, the more leverage the various Ministry Cantons had with each other—and with the noble houses.
Laird was still obviously hesitant, however. Vin could see the look in his eyes, the suspicion she knew well. He was not going to take the contract.
Now, Vin thought. It’s my turn.
Vin used her Luck on Laird. She reached out tentatively—not even really sure what she was doing, or why she could even do it. Yet her touch was instinctive, trained through years of subtle practice. She’d been ten years old before she’d realized that other people couldn’t do what she could.
She pressed against Laird’s emotions, dampening them. He became less suspicious, less afraid. Docile. His worries melted away, and Vin could see a calm sense of control begin to assert itself in his eyes.
Yet, Laird still seemed slightly uncertain. Vin pushed harder. He cocked his head, looking thoughtful. He opened his mouth to speak, but she pushed against him again, desperately using up her last pinch of Luck.
He paused again. “Very well,” he finally said. “I will take this new proposal to the Council. Perhaps an agreement can still be reached.”
If men read these words, let them know that power is a heavy burden. Seek not to be bound by its chains. The Terris prophecies say that I will have the power to save the world.
They hint, however, that I will have the power to destroy it as well.
Copyright © 2006 by Brandon Sanderson. All Rights Reserved.
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BRANDON SANDERSON grew up in Lincoln, Nebraska. He lives in Utah with his wife and children and teaches creative writing at Brigham Young University. In addition to completing Robert Jordan's The Wheel of Time®, he is the author of such bestsellers as the Mistborn trilogy, Warbreaker, The Alloy of Law, The Way of Kings, Rithmatist, and Steelheart. He won the 2013 Hugo Award for "The Emperor's Soul," a novella set in the world of his acclaimed first novel, Elantris.
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Brandon Sanderson continues to amaze me with his in-depth and well thought out magic systems, all of which are unique. In this book, magic is hereditary and can only be accessed by swallowing and then "burning" metals. The differences in who can or can't use magic and who can burn one or all metals creates an intricate political and social system the compliments the plot superbly. The plot itself is masterful. The story has the feeling of a heist with everything at stake. There are constant twists, problems arising (as always happens in real life), and a delicious ending. Another thing I enjoyed about this Sanderson book in particular is that the characters seem more and more real as the book goes on. The more his characters react, the less they seem like stock character cutouts and the more they begin to walk off the page. He gives everyone both motivation and personality when too many authors seem to choose one or the other. I highly recommend this book for anyone who enjoys solid fantasy or heist stories. It also comes at the epic fantasy from a different angle, since in this story the epic hero didn't quite save the world as he should have so many years before, and the world has become a dark and oppressive place. Highly entertaining. I would read this book again, if I didn't have the other two books in the trilogy to read first.
The immortal Lord Ruler has brutally dominated the Great Houses for over a millennium. The ash that is everywhere symbolizes his Final Empire rule the lack of flowers anywhere represents the lack of hope. No one, purebred Skaa, hybrids, or otherwise, dares even think of rebellion in this vile wasteland if they want to survive another day out side the evil dungeons.-------------- That is none until a half-breed common thief Kelsier survives the ordeal of Lord Ruler¿s imprisonment by losing his mind. He begins to ¿develop¿ super skills that enable him to do the impossible. The thief plans to end the evil regime by overthrowing initially the sycophantic cowardly nobles and culminating with the death of the Lord Ruler. His charisma obtains followers, but his big break occurs when Kelsier meets Skaa street waif Vin, who has the same Mistborn powers that Kelsier learned to use in the torture chambers. Kelsier arranges for Vin to go undercover within the nobles¿ Great Houses. However, the rebel leader fails to comprehend emotions as his female mole falls in love with Prince Elend Venture.-------------- MISTBORN, the first book of the Final Empire series, is a terrific coming of age epic fantasy that uses a what if premise in which the Dark Lord killed the good guy hero (the Hobbit or Beowulf loses to the evil adversary), which leads to a fabulous world in which evil rules absolutely evilly. Vin holds much of the plot together, but Kelsier is the more fascinating character as a Hans Solo type in fantasy land. The Lord Ruler is out of Tolkien 101, but that is to be expected as the regime the malevolent one built pays homage to the foul sides of The Lord of the Rings.--------------- Harriet Klausner
Considering I'm 35 and have been reading for enjoyment since i was a child, it always makes me excited to discover a new author whom writes exceptionally well and has an interesting, original plot. The only problem I seem to have is the negative reviews. I understand everyone has a view and right to defend view, yet, in my opinion the negative reviews seem blatantly inaccurate. The charactors are personable and story is far from monotonous. The storyline with magic system is unique with some originality. So my question posed is what books/authors are being considered superior written over Sanderson? I find Sanderson appealing and can vouch his writings are more exciting, mature and story line executed superbly when compared to a fair amount of modern authors flooding the market. My opinoin..but fairly backed. Grab the book. You will love it!
I started reading this book one day and almost immediately regretted it. I couldn't put it down. It caught me and held me captive to the point that eating became a chore, and sleeping seemed unimportant in comparison to turning to the next page. Dynamic characters, unpredictably complex plots, and a vast new world of wonder and imaginative concepts guaranteed it a spot on my shelf of favorite books. Very well done Mr. Sanderson. Very well done.
A very original and believable magic system. Brandon Sanderson tells a very unique tale, and if you are like me and you enjoy dark, and action-stuffed fantasy? Then pick this book up! Love the philosophical perspective of the story...and it ends well for a first book of a trilogy. Im rambling i know--i just have alot of strong, good feelings about this book. Though the minor and dynamic characters in the story werent written with enough depth in this first book, book two is where they all come to life. The story is enjoyably unpredictable, the pace is perfect. A must read, he and Patrick Rothfuss--author of the name of the wind--have replinished my thirst for fantasy. They have saved it for me!
This book is wonderful. The author has put together a sort of fantasy oceans eleven, but this group has a much higher and more noble purpose than just greed. The world is aazingly rich as are the characters. Each one is well thought out and their motivations and histories are very well done. If you enjoy fantasy, and want a book that will have you feeling for the characters, check this one out. A wonderful story.
To be truthful, when I read the reviews of this book at first, I was still skeptical of the ideas brought on by this series. After reading the free sample, I didnt have a choice but to continue reading, I was so drawn to the likeable and relatible characters that I literally didnt sleep last night to finish the book.
This was my second read of Sanderson's work. The first was his continuation of Jordan's Wheel of Time Series, which I found well done. However, Jordan was prevalent throughout the piece. So, I wanted to see what Sanderson had done on his own. I have to say; I am impressed. His writing is tight. You are thrown into the plot without any delay. He never monologues his history as many fantasy writers do. Instead, doling it out in bit-sized nuggets throughout the story. A wonderful job by a man who has, with his first book, became one of my favorite story tellers.
Okay, I admit the story was a bit slow-going, but the way it was written made even the most mundane moments very interesting. Sanderson brings some highly original ideas and concepts to this book that I've never seen anywhere else. My favorite element of the book has to be the characters. It felt like I was reading about real people, and I wont be forgetting them anytime soon! If you enjoyed this book, you might also like "Magician's Guild" by Trudi Canavan, "Way of Shadows" by Brent Weeks, "Assassin's Apprentice" by Robin Hobb, "Last Stormlord" by Glenda Larke, and "Dragon Weather" by Lawrence Watt-Evans!!
I enjoyed the series immensely...I can"t wait for the next book.
Brandon Sanderson's outstnading world building and story telling skills are hard at work in this book. Just when I thought there isn't anything new that could be imagined in fantasy fiction -- here is something brand new! I highly recommend this book as great escape reading, especially if you need or want to lose yourself in a book for a weekend.
I just finished this book and I can't wait to go and buy the next two! Brandon Sanderson's writnig style is one thaat is able to grab readers from the first sentence and keep them enthralled far after they finish the boo. The character progression is quite interesting. To watch Vin, the main character, grow from a street urchin thief into a spy and allomancer of incredible power gives one a feeling that is incredibly hard to explain. I recommend this book with a huge amount of respect and awe for Mr. Sanderson.
I loved the book. Especially the world, which is even better than the roller-coaster plot. The magic system is well thought out, consistent, and gives rise to amazing fight-sequences. Delicious.
I really enjoyed the entire "Mistborn" trilogy. Sanderson has an intriguing style for luring you along from one mystery to another, slowly expanding the unique world that this story takes place in. The characters are fun to read and most of their character development is well timed and believable. I'd be lying if I didn't say that I wanted to possess the type of abilities that Kelsier and Vin had; both Allomantic and other. Each character is whole and even though not everything is explained in the first book, behavior and traits of the characters are explained and expanded upon throughout the series. There are many twists and turns that I had not expected, and Sanderson is not shy about flipping everything on its head just to throw you off from how you thought events would unravel. I highly recommend this and the two following books.
Learned about Sanderson due to him being pegged to write the final Wheel of Time book following Robert Jordan's death. I was already impressed with his first book, Elantris, so I picked this one up. I think I like this young writer - not your same old, same old sci-fi or fantasy writing. Definitely recommended.
Brandon Sanderson's novel Mistborn is a well written fantasy novel that concludes with a real ending. He is still full of idea that seem fresh and not just recycling old ideas. The writing style is solid with characterization and plotting, more on the sparse side. The world has been in a holding pattern for a thousand years and then a young girl names Vin is recruited by a band of freedom fighters/thieves. Eventually it comes to saving the world or a least changing it for better because they have a plan. I will be reading the second novel in the series.
This is my first Brandon Sanderson read and I am hooked. I don't do five page book reports, I just tell you what I think. His characters are meaty with just enough magic,action and intrigue to make this a page turner you have trouble putting down. The magic format is unique,and refreshing for a change. The Skaa have been ruled for a thousand years by the Lord Ruler, a God like figure. Enter, a very talented street urchin, Vin, mastermind thief, Kelsier, and cast of others who decide to bring down the Lord Ruler. Vin's growth in magic talent and budding romance with a very unlikely partner is a fun understory as well. There are no slow parts to the plot, it takes you on a great ride. Get this book. TODAY!
“A hero rose to save the world. He failed.” When I first read that line I laughed. How many stories begin after 1,000 years of darkness? The story is a grim example of economic disparity. For those born into slavery there’s only one way out, steal. In the tradition of loveable rogues the story introduces Kelsier, a thief of legendary ambition and skill, who leads a band of specialists against the Final Empire. Characters question their own sense of self as they don masks and join the political intrigue. But the magical system is what truly sets Mistborn apart. The power of magic gives credence to the characters’ ambitious plan, while its limitations balance with harsh realities that transform absurd optimism into admirable perseverance. At times scenes may linger at court when characters and audiences yearn to leap into the night, but as a whole the story is well paced and features a strong cast of characters who each bring a unique perspective to the story. A strong beginning to the trilogy. +Strong, humorous characters +Strong plot +Strong magic *Political intrigue, false identity *Harsh, grim setting 5/5
I am nowba Sanderson fan for life
He is hope :)
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