The Lost Metal: A Mistborn Novel

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I suppose it makes sense that Brandon doesn’t want to tip his hand on Trell too much right now, as there might end up being some business that goes down in Stormlight book 5 that will shed lots of light on the Shardic State of Things for all of MB Era 2 (if you weren’t aware, Dear Reader, Brandon has said that these Mistborn Era 2 books take place in the gap between Stormlight books 5 and 6). At Dragonsteel Mini-Con in 2021, Brandon did a reading of the second draft of chapter one and part of chapter two, which can be listened to and read here on Arcanum.

Other kids were scared of mistwraiths, but Wayne figured they just didn’t know how to negotiate properly. He could make friends with something what lived unner a bed. You just had to give it something it wanted, like someone else to eat. He flipped the medallion and then Pushed it higher, all the way up toward the ceiling high above. It came streaking down again, glimmering in the light. As he snatched it, he glanced at Admiral Jonnes, current ambassador from the Malwish nation. She sat in a special place on the Senate floor, where visiting mayors from Outer Cities were given seats. None had come to this proceeding. A visible sign of their anger. A rare oversight,” he said, then gave her a lingering kiss. “You should be the one going out there today, Steris. You did more preparation than I.” After Wax discovers a new type of explosive that can unleash unprecedented destruction and realizes that the Set must already have it, an immortal kandra serving Scadrial’s god, Harmony, reveals that Bilming has fallen under the influence of another god: Trell, worshipped by the Set. And Trell isn’t the only factor at play from the larger Cosmere—Marasi is recruited by offworlders with strange abilities who claim their goal is to protect Scadrial...at any cost. Why’d you want to do that?” Wayne asked. “Better to shoot ’im right in the fly. That’s gotta hurt something bad.”

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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.” I’m too old for stories,” he lied, desperately wishing she’d tell one anyway. “I’m eleven. One more year and I can drink at the tavern.” And turning down the offer to become a worldhopper? Good job, Marasi. Sometimes the most exciting decision isn’t the right one.

I’ve not been a huge fan of the second mistborn era series since the onset. Sanderson never really allowed them to have their own identity because of the tie ins (much of which felt forced) with characters from era 1. It kinda reminds me of the difference between The Last Airbender and legend of Korra and one of the reasons why Korra was ultimately less successful as a story. The performance of Michael Kramer is so good it carried me through it. This book really tried me though (despite another stellar performance of the material)…Of course he did. Well, Jak, he wouldn’t stand for stealing from the common folk of the Roughs. Being a bandit is one thing, but everyone knows you take the money what goes toward the city. Ross: Well, the good news is that his death was quite well telegraphed, if you were paying attention. In fact, when I got to the end of the Prologue on my first read, I was really worried. And then, when his attitude in every PoV dealt with separation and death, I kind of saw it coming. But it still hurts.

If he was the bravest and strongest,” Wayne said, “why was he a lawman? He could be a bandit, and nobody could stop him!” She nodded, then led the way onward. When she’d imagined her life as a top detective and lawwoman, she hadn’t envisioned this. At least the smell was getting better—or she was getting used to it. Finally, Steris handed him his pistols one at a time. Long-barreled and weighty, they had been designed by Ranette to look menacing—but they had two safeties and were unloaded. It had been a while since he’d needed to shoot anyone, but he continued to make good use of his reputation as the “Lawman Senator of the Roughs.” City folk, particularly politicians, were intimidated by small arms. They preferred to kill people with more modern weapons, like poverty and despair.

Michael Kramer is my favorite among all audiobook narrators. I was thrilled to have him on the Mistborn series, and he did such an amazing job I can’t imagine having anyone else be the voice of these characters." —Brandon Sanderson The bill passed. His stomach fell further. If Wax was going to stop a civil war, he’d need to find another way. Most of the hands on the Senate floor went up. For a simple vote like this, a more straw poll method would do—unless the vote turned out to be very close. It wasn’t. Codenames introduces her invested companion who is able to connect them with Kelsier, including a likeness, which she's surprised is recognizable. She was raised Survivorist, adding extra texture to the meeting for her. They update Kelsier on what they can surmise of Autonomy's plans, though Kelsier puzzles over the looming time-frame. TwinSouls explains that Autonomy's plan A is invasion by the men of red and gold, and the Set is trying to bomb Elendel as a gambit, comparing it to an amputation, which overwhelms Marasi. Kelsier exhibits godly graciousness to Marasi. Their network of operatives is mostly in Elendel, so the the team will be limited. Kelsier authorizes them to access a secret weapon. They gear up to go, and Marasi is curious about Moonlight's abilities.

Though he’d been waiting for this, Wax took his time sauntering up onto the podium, which was lit from above by a massive electric spotlight. He made a slow rotation, inspecting the circular chamber. One side held the elected officials: senators who were voted into office to represent a guild, profession, or historical group. The other held the lords: senators who held their positions by benefit of birth. Wayne, how can you complain about someone putting on airs? You put on a different personality every time you change hats.”

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And so Joe turned purple!” Wayne said. “And bled out his ears! And his bones melted, so the melty bone juice leaked out of his nose! And he collapsed into a puddle of deflated skin, all while hissing and blubbering ’cuz his teeth was melting!” I propose that we vote down this bill and work on something better. Something that actually promotes peace and unity. A national assembly, with representation for each Outer City—and an elected supreme official elevated by that body.”