Wed
Jun 15 2011 12:00pm

The Alloy of Law: Prologue & Chapter One

We are very excited to offer this excerpt from Brandon Sanderson’s fourth and latest Mistborn novel, The Alloy of Law, out November 8th from Tor Books!

 

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PROLOGUE

Wax crept along the ragged fence in a crouch, his boots scraping the dry ground. He held his Sterrion 36 up by his head, the long, silvery barrel dusted with red clay. The revolver was nothing fancy to look at, though the six-shot cylinder was machined with such care in the steel-alloy frame that there was no play in its movement. There was no gleam to the metal or exotic material on the grip. But it fit his hand like it was meant to be there.

The waist-high fence was flimsy, the wood grayed with time, held together with fraying lengths of rope. It smelled of age. Even the worms had given up on this wood long ago.

Wax peeked up over the knotted boards, scanning the empty town. Blue lines hovered in his vision, extending from his chest to point at nearby sources of metal, a result of his Allomancy. Burning steel did that; it let him see the location of sources of metal, then Push against them if he wanted. His weight against the weight of the item. If it was heavier, he was pushed back. If he was heavier, it was pushed forward.

In this case, however, he didn’t Push. He just watched the lines to see if any of the metal was moving. None of it was. Nails holding together buildings, spent shell casings lying scattered in the dust, or horseshoes piled at the silent smithy—all were as motionless as the old hand pump planted in the ground to his right.

Wary, he too remained still. Steel continued to burn comfortably in his stomach, and so—as a precaution—he gently Pushed outward from himself in all directions. It was a trick he’d mastered a few years back; he didn’t Push on any specific metal objects, but created a kind of defensive bubble around himself. Any metal that came streaking in his direction would be thrown slightly off course.

It was far from foolproof; he could still get hit. But shots would go wild, not striking where they were aimed. It had saved his life on a couple of occasions. He wasn’t even certain how he did it; Allomancy was often an instinctive thing for him. Somehow he even managed to exempt the metal he carried, and didn’t Push his own gun from his hands.

That done, he continued along the fence—still watching the metal lines to make sure nobody was sneaking up on him. Feltrel had once been a prosperous town. That had been twenty years back. Then a clan of koloss had taken up residence nearby. Things hadn’t gone well.

Today, the dead town seemed completely empty, though he knew it wasn’t so. Wax had come here hunting a psychopath. And he wasn’t the only one.

He grabbed the top of the fence and hopped over, feet grinding red clay. Crouching low, he ran in a squat over to the side of the old blacksmith’s forge. His clothing was terribly dusty, but well tailored: a fine suit, a silver cravat at the neck, twinkling cuff links on the sleeves of his fine white shirt. He had cultivated a look that appeared out of place, as if he were planning to attend a fine ball back in Elendel rather than scrambling through a dead town in the Roughs hunting a murderer. Completing the ensemble, he wore a bowler hat on his head to keep off the sun.

A sound; someone stepped on a board across the street, making it creak. It was so faint, he almost missed it. Wax reacted immediately, flaring the steel that burned inside his stomach. He Pushed on a group of nails in the wall beside him just as the crack of a gunshot split the air.

His sudden Push caused the wall to rattle, the old rusty nails straining in their places. His Push shoved him to the side, and he rolled across the ground. A blue line appeared for an eyeblink—the bullet, which hit the ground where he had been a moment before. As he came up from his roll, a second shot followed. This one came close, but bent just a hair out of the way as it neared him.

Deflected by his steel bubble, the bullet zipped past his ear. Another inch to the right, and he’d have gotten it in the forehead—steel bubble or no. Breathing calmly, he raised his Sterrion and sighted on the balcony of the old hotel across the street, where the shot had come from. The balcony was fronted by the hotel’s sign, capable of hiding a gunman.

Wax fired, then Pushed on the bullet, slamming it forward with extra thrust to make it faster and more penetrating. He wasn’t using typical lead or copper-jacketed lead bullets; he needed something stronger.

The large-caliber steel-jacketed bullet hit the balcony, and his extra power caused it to puncture the wood and hit the man behind. The blue line leading to the man’s gun quivered as he fell. Wax stood up slowly, brushing the dust from his clothing. At that moment another shot cracked in the air.

He cursed, reflexively Pushing against the nails again, though his instincts told him he’d be too late. By the time he heard a shot, it was too late for Pushing to help.

This time he was thrown to the ground. That force had to go somewhere, and if the nails couldn’t move, he had to. He grunted as he hit and raised his revolver, dust sticking to the sweat on his hand. He searched frantically for the one who’d fired at him. They’d missed. Perhaps the steel bubble had—

A body rolled off the top of the blacksmith’s shop and thumped down to the ground with a puff of red dust. Wax blinked, then raised his gun to chest level and moved over behind the fence again, crouching down for cover. He kept an eye on the blue Allomantic lines. They could warn him if someone got close, but only if the person was carrying or wearing metal.

The body that had fallen beside the building didn’t have a single line pointing to it. However, another set of quivering lines pointed to something moving along the back of the forge. Wax leveled his gun, taking aim as a figure ducked around the side of the building and ran toward him.

The woman wore a white duster, reddened at the bottom. She kept her dark hair pulled back in a tail, and wore trousers and a wide belt, with thick boots on her feet. She had a squarish face. A strong face, with lips that often rose slightly at the right side in a half smile.

Wax heaved a sigh of relief and lowered his gun. “Lessie.”

“You knock yourself to the ground again?” she asked as she reached the cover of the fence beside him. “You’ve got more dust on your face than Miles has scowls. Maybe it’s time for you to retire, old man.”

“Lessie, I’m three months older than you are.”

“Those are a long three months.” She peeked up over the fence. “Seen anyone else?”

“I dropped a man up on the balcony,” Wax said. “I couldn’t see if it was Bloody Tan or not.”

“It wasn’t,” she said. “He wouldn’t have tried to shoot you from so far away.”

Wax nodded. Tan liked things personal. Up close. The psychopath lamented when he had to use a gun, and he rarely shot someone without being able to see the fear in their eyes.

Lessie scanned the quiet town, then glanced at him, ready to move. Her eyes flickered downward for a moment. Toward his shirt pocket.

Wax followed her gaze. A letter was peeking out of his pocket, delivered earlier that day. It was from the grand city of Elendel, and was addressed to Lord Waxillium Ladrian. A name Wax hadn’t used in years. A name that felt wrong to him now.

He tucked the letter farther into his pocket. Lessie thought it implied more than it did. The city didn’t hold anything for him now, and House Ladrian would get along without him. He really should have burned that letter.

Wax nodded toward the fallen man beside the wall to distract her from the letter. “Your work?”

“He had a bow,” she said. “Stone arrowheads. Almost had you from above.”

“Thanks.”

She shrugged, eyes glittering in satisfaction. Those eyes now had lines at the sides of them, weathered by the Roughs’ harsh sunlight. There had been a time when she and Wax had kept a tally of who had saved the other most often. They’d both lost track years ago.

“Cover me,” Wax said softly.

“With what?” she asked. “Paint? Kisses? You’re already covered with dust.”

Wax raised an eyebrow at her.

“Sorry,” she said, grimacing. “I’ve been playing cards too much with Wayne lately.”

He snorted and ran in a crouch to the fallen corpse and rolled it over. The man had been a cruel-faced fellow with several days of stubble on his cheeks; the bullet wound bled out his right side. I think I recognize him, Wax thought to himself as he went through the man’s pockets and came out with a drop of red glass, colored like blood.

He hurried back to the fence.

“Well?” Lessie asked.

“Donal’s crew,” Wax said, holding up the drop of glass.

“Bastards,” Lessie said. “They couldn’t just leave us to it, could they?”

“You did shoot his son, Lessie.”

“And you shot his brother.”

“Mine was self-defense.”

“Mine was too,” she said. “That kid was annoying. Besides, he survived.”

“Missing a toe.”

“You don’t need ten,” she said. “I have a cousin with four. She does just fine.” She raised her revolver, scanning the empty town. “Of course, she does look kind of ridiculous. Cover me.”

“With what?”

She just grinned and ducked out from behind the cover, scrambling across the ground toward the smithy.

Harmony, Wax thought with a smile, I love that woman.

He watched for more gunmen, but Lessie reached the building without any further shots being fired. Wax nodded to her, then dashed across the street toward the hotel. He ducked inside, checking the corners for foes. The taproom was empty, so he took cover beside the doorway, waving toward Lessie. She ran down to the next building on her side of the street and checked it out.

Donal’s crew. Yes, Wax had shot his brother—the man had been robbing a railway car at the time. From what he understood, though, Donal hadn’t ever cared for his brother. No, the only thing that riled Donal was losing money, which was probably why he was here. He’d put a price on Bloody Tan’s head for stealing a shipment of his bendalloy. Donal probably hadn’t expected Wax to come hunting Tan the same day he did, but his men had standing orders to shoot Wax or Lessie if seen.

Wax was half tempted to leave the dead town and let Donal and Tan have at it. The thought of it made his eye twitch, though. He’d promised to bring Tan in. That was that.

Lessie waved from the inside of her building, then pointed toward the back. She was going to go out in that direction and creep along behind the next set of buildings. Wax nodded, then made a curt gesture. He’d try to hook up with Wayne and Barl, who had gone to check the other side of the town.

Lessie vanished, and Wax picked his way through the old hotel toward a side door. He passed old, dirty nests made by both rats and men. The town picked up miscreants the way a dog picked up fleas. He even passed a place where it looked like some wayfarer had made a small firepit on a sheet of metal with a ring of rocks. It was a wonder the fool hadn’t burned the entire building to the ground.

Wax eased open the side door and stepped into an alleyway between the hotel and the store beside it. The gunshots earlier would have been heard, and someone might come looking. Best to stay out of sight.

Wax edged around the back of the store, stepping quietly across the red-clay ground. The hillside here was overgrown with weeds except for the entrance to an old cold cellar. Wax wound around it, then paused, eyeing the wood-framed pit.

Maybe . . .

He knelt beside the opening, peering down. There had been a ladder here once, but it had rotted away—the remnants were visible below in a pile of old splinters. The air smelled musty and wet . . . with a hint of smoke. Someone had been burning a torch down there.

Wax dropped a bullet into the hole, then leaped in, gun out. As he fell, he filled his iron metalmind, decreasing his weight. He was Twinborn—a Feruchemist as well as an Allomancer. His Allomantic power was Steelpushing, and his Feruchemical power, called Skimming, was the ability to grow heavier or lighter. It was a powerful combination of talents.

He Pushed against the round below him, slowing his fall so that he landed softly. He returned his weight to normal—or, well, normal for him. He often went about at three-quarters of his unadjusted weight, making himself lighter on his feet, quicker to react.

He crept through the darkness. It had been a long, difficult road, finding where Bloody Tan was hiding. In the end, the fact that Feltrel had suddenly emptied of other bandits, wanderers, and unfortunates had been a major clue. Wax stepped softly, working his way deeper into the cellar. The scent of smoke was stronger here, and though the light was fading, he made out a firepit beside the earthen wall. That and a ladder that could be moved into place at the entrance.

That gave him pause. It indicated that whoever was making their hideout in the cellar—it could be Tan, or it could be someone else entirely—was still down here. Unless there was another way out. Wax crept forward a little farther, squinting in the dark.

There was light ahead.

Wax cocked his gun softly, then drew a little vial out of his mistcoat and pulled the cork with his teeth. He downed the whiskey and steel in one shot, restoring his reserves. He flared his steel. Yes . . . there was metal ahead of him, down the tunnel. How long was this cellar? He had assumed it would be small, but the reinforcing wood timbers indicated something deeper, longer. More like a mine adit.

He crept forward, focused on those metal lines. Someone would have to aim a gun if they saw him, and the metal would quiver, giving him a chance to Push the weapon out of their hands. Nothing moved. He slid forward, smelling musty damp soil, fungus, potatoes left to bud. He approached a trembling light, but could hear nothing. The metal lines did not move.

Finally, he got close enough to make out a lamp hanging by a hook on a wooden beam near the wall. Something else hung at the center of the tunnel. A body? Hanged? Wax cursed softly and hurried forward, wary of a trap. It was a corpse, but it left him baffled. At first glance, it seemed years old. The eyes were gone from the skull, the skin pulled back against the bone. It didn’t stink, and wasn’t bloated.

He thought he recognized it. Geormin, the coachman who brought mail into Weathering from the more distant villages around the area. That was his uniform, at least, and it seemed like his hair. He’d been one of Tan’s first victims, the disappearance that sent Wax hunting. That had only been two months back.

He’s been mummified, Wax thought. Prepared and dried like leather. He felt revolted—he’d gone drinking with Geormin on occasion, and though the man cheated at cards, he’d been an amiable enough fellow.

The hanging wasn’t an ordinary one, either. Wires had been used to prop up Geormin’s arms so they were out to the sides, his head cocked, his mouth pried open. Wax turned away from the gruesome sight, his eye twitching.

Careful, he told himself. Don’t let him anger you. Keep focused. He would be back to cut Geormin down. Right now, he couldn’t afford to make the noise. At least he knew he was on the right track. This was certainly Bloody Tan’s lair.

There was another patch of light in the distance. How long was this tunnel? He approached the pool of light, and here found another corpse, this one hung on the wall sideways. Annarel, a visiting geologist who had vanished soon after Geormin. Poor woman. She’d been dried in the same manner, body spiked to the wall in a very specific pose, as if she were on her knees inspecting a pile of rocks.

Another pool of light drew him onward. Clearly this wasn’t a cellar—it was probably some kind of smuggling tunnel left over from the days when Feltrel had been a booming town. Tan hadn’t built this, not with those aged wooden supports.

Wax passed another six corpses, each lit by its own glowing lantern, each arranged in some kind of pose. One sat in a chair, another strung up as if flying, a few stuck to the wall. The later ones were more fresh, the last one recently killed. Wax didn’t recognize the slender man, who hung with hand to his head in a salute.

Rust and Ruin, Wax thought. This isn’t Bloody Tan’s lair . . . it’s his gallery.

Sickened, Wax made his way to the next pool of light. This one was different. Brighter. As he approached, he realized that he was seeing sunlight streaming down from a square cut in the ceiling. The tunnel led up to it, probably to a former trapdoor that had rotted or broken away. The ground sloped in a gradual slant up to the hole.

Wax crawled up the slope, then cautiously poked his head out. He’d come up in a building, though the roof was gone. The brick walls were mostly intact, and there were four altars in the front, just to Wax’s left. An old chapel to the Survivor. It seemed empty.

Wax crawled out of the hole, his Sterrion at the side of his head, coat marred by dirt from below. The clean, dry air smelled good to him.

“Each life is a performance,” a voice said, echoing in the ruined church.

Wax immediately ducked to the side, rolling up to an altar.

“But we are not the performers,” the voice continued. “We are the puppets.”

“Tan,” Wax said. “Come out.”

“I have seen God, lawkeeper,” Tan whispered. Where was he? “I have seen Death himself, with the nails in his eyes. I have seen the Survivor, who is life.”

Wax scanned the small chapel. It was cluttered with broken benches and fallen statues. He rounded the side of the altar, judging the sound to come from the back of the room.

“Other men wonder,” Tan’s voice said, “but I know. I know I’m a puppet. We all are. Did you like my show? I worked so hard to build it.”

Wax continued along the building’s right wall, his boots leaving a trail in the dust. He breathed shallowly, a line of sweat creeping down his right temple. His eye was twitching. He saw corpses on the walls in his mind’s eye.

“Many men never get a chance to create true art,” Tan said. “And the best performances are those which can never be reproduced. Months, years, spent preparing. Everything placed right. But at the end of the day, the rotting will begin. I couldn’t truly mummify them; I hadn’t the time or resources. I could only preserve them long enough to prepare for this one show. Tomorrow, it will be ruined. You were the only one to see it. Only you. I figure . . . we’re all just puppets . . . you see . . .”

The voice was coming from the back of the room, near some rubble that was blocking Wax’s view.

“Someone else moves us,” Tan said.

Wax ducked around the side of the rubble, raising his Sterrion.

Tan stood there, holding Lessie in front of him, her mouth gagged, her eyes wide. Wax froze in place, gun raised. Lessie was bleeding from her leg and her arm. She’d been shot, and her face was growing pale. She’d lost blood. That was how Tan had been able to overpower her.

Wax grew still. He didn’t feel anxiety. He couldn’t afford to; it might make him shake, and shaking might make him miss. He could see Tan’s face behind Lessie; the man held a garrote around her neck.

Tan was a slender, fine-fingered man. He’d been a mortician. Black hair, thinning, worn greased back. A nice suit that now shone with blood.

“Someone else moves us, lawman,” Tan said softly.

Lessie met Wax’s eyes. They both knew what to do in this situation. Last time, he’d been the one captured. People always tried to use them against one another. In Lessie’s opinion, that wasn’t a disadvantage. She’d have explained that if Tan hadn’t known the two of them were a couple, he’d have killed her right off. Instead, he’d kidnapped her. That gave them a chance to get out.

Wax sighted down the barrel of his Sterrion. He drew in the trigger until he balanced the weight of the sear right on the edge of firing, and Lessie blinked. One. Two. Three.

Wax fired.

In the same instant, Tan yanked Lessie to the right.

The shot broke the air, echoing against clay bricks. Lessie’s head jerked back as Wax’s bullet took her just above the right eye. Blood sprayed against the clay wall beside her. She crumpled.

Wax stood, frozen, horrified. No . . . that isn’t the way . . . it can’t . . .

“The best performances,” Tan said, smiling and looking down at Lessie’s figure, “are those that can only be performed once.”

Wax shot him in the head.

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66 comments
Diana J. Davidson
1. Diana J. Davidson
YAY! Another Mistborn book! I had no idea there'd be more so I am Thrilled. This promises to be another great hit by Brandon Sanderson. I can't wait to get my hands on it! Except... all my other Mistborn books are signed, Brandon. What are we going to do about that? ^v~ Take care!
Diana J. Davidson
2. JeppieJepp
There are two spelling mistakes in the second paragraph talking about the letter FYI. Can't wait to see the final book, loving the work Brandon
Diana J. Davidson
3. Adrienne Hotard
Thank you for putting this up! I'm so excited and the "teaser" posts have been killing me! Can we just get Tor to clone Brandon so these books get released faster!
Heidi Byrd
4. sweetlilflower
Wow! Brandon is truly an excellent writer. This little taste is both tantalizing and frustrating. I want more!!!!!!
Diana J. Davidson
5. FellKnight
WOOT! This prologue makes me even *more* anxious for the full book! (If that is possible!)

Fell
Diana J. Davidson
6. BasualdoA
Four spelling mistakes actually, but I'm not a spelling nazi, come forth to cast aspersions.

Really looking forward to reading your work Brandon and the best of luck in your adventures :)
Diana J. Davidson
7. ABrown
ok did anyone else notice that Lord Ladrian was also Breeze's proper name? It's only mentioned once, by Sazed but I thought it was of interest.
Josh Smith
8. Master_Moridin
This is amazing! November needs to hurry up and get here.
Diana J. Davidson
9. tarcalion
ah, just release the whole book now! and the next trilogy....and all of stormlight and dragonsteel, for adonalsium's sake. i need more! seriously, though, exciting prologue. very interested to see this world.
Chris Lough
10. TorChris
@2, @6, and everyone else: Feel free to email Tips@tor.com regarding any spelling errors you spot. It's still early days for these excerpts, so a few are bound to creep through, but we can correct them easily. Thanks!
Peter Ahlstrom
11. PeterAhlstrom
It would help ME if you'd post them here in the comments thread as well. That paragraph in particular was a very late addition (it's not in the ARC) and I haven't had a chance to make sure all the late corrections were entered cleanly. I need to keep an electronic version here for the foreign editions to translate from; usually spelling mistakes wash out in translation but it pays to be careful.
Aniello Del Sorbo
12. anidel
"He realy should have burned that letter."

Note: "realy" not "really".

Other than that, perfect as usual :)
Peter Ahlstrom
13. PeterAhlstrom
Yeah, and it says "Lessier" and "witout" too. You can blame it on my handwriting if you like.
Diana J. Davidson
14. LisaMichele
Yay! I just finished the Mistborn trilogy for the first time a week ago, and was going through some serious withdrawl.

@7 - I hadn't noticed that, thanks! That's kind of interesting...
Diana J. Davidson
15. Adrienne Hotard
I've emailed them as well. I had this on the TWG discussion.

koloss to Koloss
well tailored to well-tailored (I believe)
eyeblink to eye blink
witout to without
realy to really
firepit to fire pit
re-inforcing to reinforcing
adit to adrift (I think that's what he was going for there)
judg- ing to judging
Bonnie Andrews
16. misfortuona
So many questions.... Now the wait begins. You think I'd know better than to read these teasers.
Wonderful work as usual Brandon.
Thank you!

Mis-taken with The Alloy of Law
Marcus W
17. toryx
It's a decent start to a new book set in the mistborn world.
karl oswald
18. Toster
very cool excerpt. i especially love the couple of curses (harmony=preservation and ruin in balance: Sazed!; rust and ruin), and all the other references to mistborn. someone mentioned ladrian, then there's elendel. i wonder where vin's gonna pop up? maybe the koloss will remember her...

can't wait for this book, and seeing how BS writes Twinborns, which should be simply awesome.
Mark Lawrence
19. incurablyGeek
Loved the references to the original trilogy: Lord Ladrian (Wax is apparently a descendent of Breeze and Alrianne Cett which makes him distant relation to Lady Cett), Demoux Promenade and the references to "Harmony" -- Sazed the Hero of Ages who "harmonized" Ruin and Preservation but apparently decided that mistborn was too much of a good thing to allow to continue.

Good stuff building on good stuff.
John Pigott
20. AbEnd
@15: Adit = A horizontal passage leading into a mine for the purposes of access or drainage

BS must be a killer Scrabble player!
Diana J. Davidson
21. helly
out of november 8th? great :)
Birgit
22. birgit
i wonder where vin's gonna pop up?

Is she the Ascendant Warrior?
Diana J. Davidson
23. beverley
Just read teaser, absolutely brill cant wait for more.
Diana J. Davidson
24. Teancum
I haven't been this excited for a book since Mistborn 3. I'm going insane... Brandon Sanderson is the best author ever!
Diana J. Davidson
25. Markus Ambrose
Thanks for the amazing birthday present Mr. Sanderson. I didn't know we were that great of friends. :)
Diana J. Davidson
26. Darin Calhoun
Awesome, I loved it!
T C
27. Freelancer
Hey, Brandon. I see you've been reading some dime-store novellas. The pacing and phrasing are very familiar. So, the Old West with metal magic. This should be interesting. Nice touch that the capital(?) city is Elendel.

As long as it isn't getting in the way of AMoL, ok? Oh, and howdy, Peter.
Diana J. Davidson
28. R. Davis
Heard Brandon read this at the Harvard Con. It is pretty awesome.
pat purdy
29. night owl
I actually finished the Mistborn Trilogy yesterday! (everything in my house waits, I am surrounded in dirt.)
Thrilled you have another book coming out, ...now, when is the second book of the Stormlight Archive Series due?
Steven Pattingale
30. Pattingale
Wow! Awesome. Loved it. Great intro to the novel, cannot wait to read more.
Diana J. Davidson
31. Elicius
Maaan, this is totally awesome. Thank you for publishing this addition to the series, and for giving us a preview! The Mistborn world is somewhere I can't help but love.

Hehe, Elendel.
Diana J. Davidson
32. Untergeek
I'm thinking that the Ascendent Warrior is actually Spook, who Sazed/Harmony made mistborn at the conclusion of The Hero of Ages.
Diana J. Davidson
33. Mollymolo
Oh, wow, I had no idea this was coming! (And, indeed, part of my recent recommendation of the series to a friend was that it really was a trilogy, with beginning, middle, and end, rather than an endless series, which was something she wanted to avoid). But, very excited to read it! (I hate reading little preview excerpts, though, if there's a long wait until the real book, so I'm going to have to wait until November, alas!)
Diana J. Davidson
34. Shan
Brandon Sanderson does steampunk. This is awesome! Cannot wait for more chapter and can it be November already??
Harry Burger
35. Lightbringer
Actually, I recall Sazed made the entire crew Mistborn at the very end. The Ascendant Warrior is clearly Vin, I was expecting her to be the Angel of Death, beautiful but deadly and married to the Lawbringer (Elend) in mythology. Sad that Sazed's name is lost, but Harmony is a good kenning for him.

Clearly Tan was burning Atium, though I thought with Ruin gone, so would Atium, and only someone cruel with legions of slave labor could operate the Pits. Or perhaps Tan is a twinborn, Tineye and Feruchemical speed storage? Or Feruchemical senses storage and pewter for strength/speed?

Love the bit about using good whiskey in Allomantic vials.

And we all know any time in fiction when an efficient killer decides to put his guns away, he's going to need to bring them out again and overcome his internal demons.

Can't wait to read the whole thing.
Benjamin Moldovan
36. benpmoldovan
Lightbringer @35: Maybe he was burning electrum.
Diana J. Davidson
37. Dan33
@ lightbringer Actually, im pretty sure he made Spook the first mistborn of the new world, i think the rest of the crew just kept their abilities but Spook was made mistborn
Diana J. Davidson
38. Geckomayhem
Absolutely brilliant! I have been waiting a long time for this; ever since I heard that BS was writing a fourth Mistborn book (maybe they will call this the Twinborn series?). Very, very cool. Simply can't wait to read the next instalment! I'm sure it will keep most of us going until November. XD

The whole steampunk angle fits so well, too. Really neat to be reading both wild west and fantasy together. :o
Diana J. Davidson
39. DocHogan
@35, @36: It appears the mists of Preservation may have returned in some fashion, so atium may have returned as well. It would make sense that Preservation and Ruin are forces eternal and would return eventually, regardless of previous storyline; at best, their power would be dissapated from use by Sazed.

That would put this timeline 900-1000 years after the end of Hero of Ages, give-or-take a century or two based on Harmony's (Sazed's) melding of the two forces; the longer he used them, and depending on when/if he finally 'moved on', would alter the standard millennia it took in the original series for Preservation and Ruin to reconsolidate power. Granted, that period, and need to consolidate, was based on Preservation's imprisonment of Ruin, but we don't know what Sazed did with them when he was done.
Diana J. Davidson
40. jricks
"That would put this timeline 900-1000 years after the end of Hero of Ages..."

I'm not sure, but I think BS said it was more like 300 years after Hero of Ages.

Great job Brandon! I'm thinking this will be the best Mistborn novel yet!
Grant Seamer
41. Lighttriumphs
I have to admit I haven't read any of the Mistborn series before. Having read this though, I will just have to hunt them down! At least I'll have plenty of time before this book comes out.
Diana J. Davidson
42. Saetana
I really enjoyed the original Mistborn trilogy but I'm not too sure about this one, I'm not a great lover of steampunk fantasy, it takes something special to make me read it (Shadows of the Apt for example), I'll wait for more extracts before making a decision. What I loved about the Mistborn trilogy was the characters, Sanderson is more about characters than description and I'm not sure I want to start again with a completely unknown set of people, still, there is always the library ;o)
Diana J. Davidson
43. ChocolateRob
Will this be available on the Kindle?
I finally bought one on the basis of a quote about Way of Kings by Brandon's friend Howard Tayler -

"This 1000-page tome is the best argument you’ll have all year to get an e-reader, because you HAVE to have this book, but you might not be muscular enough to carry it around."

I have all BS's books in papery format but thought Kindle would be a great way to read them whenever I want, only to discover that WoK is the only one of his books currently available (at least in the UK).
Antoni Ivanov
44. tonka
“I have seen God, lawkeeper,” Tan whispered. Where was he? “I have seenDeath himself, with the nails in his eyes. I have seen the Survivor, who is life.”


Would that mean that he has met Marsh ? We know that he is immortal as long as he has atium.
Doc Hogan
45. dochogan
@ChocolateRob: Darn near every one of BSs books is available digitally on (in?) GoogleBooks, and can be read on almost any platform or reader. I have every one of BSs books in pulp format, but they're all signed so I hate to use them for casual reading ;) Have digital copies of each, and using Google Books to download protected ePub, they've been (legally!) added to my Sony Reader as well as any PC, Android, or iOS device with web access
Diana J. Davidson
46. ChocolateRob
@dochogan Almost any platform or reader except for Kindle that is.
It's not until you get one that you discover that Kindle won't play nice with anyone else. It's pretty much Kindle store or bust. I got a £65 Waterstones voucher as a present and I can't use that on the Kindle either.
I've managed to put the PDF of Warbreaker downloaded from Brandon's website on it but that's about it for non-Amazon.
Anyone considering a Kindle - be wary.
Diana J. Davidson
47. Waterlogged
@32 Could Elend be the ascendant warrior... after all he did become mistborn at the well of ascension. Although I must admit Vin is probably more likely to pop up in the same sentence as the survivor.
Diana J. Davidson
48. Dohtig
It is awesome to see the evolution of the Mistborn series, I am anxious to get the whole book!
Diana J. Davidson
49. Natata
@7 Yes. Obviously he's a descendant of Breeze. Much like Cett's descendants. And how Elendel is named after Elend and Demoux gets a mention. I doubt that it's super relevant - but it does build an immediate bond with the book
Diana J. Davidson
50. Noah Vale
I'm confused.

"He could see Tan’s face behind Lessie; the man held a garrote around her neck."

"The memories, so carefully dammed up in his head, crashed through and flooded his mind. Lessie, held with a gun to her head."

Lessie had a garrote around her neck during the prologue. When he's remembering it says a gun was to her head. Mess up?
Diana J. Davidson
51. silvelix
@50: probably using left and right hand.
@chocolaterob: you can use calibre ebook manager to convert ebooks in different format, you can also manage, rate, get metadata and many more using calibre.
Diana J. Davidson
52. portlandpeter
@51, a one handed garrote?
Diana J. Davidson
53. Noah Vale
But it never mentioned a gun in his hand. Pretty sure that's important enough for him to mention. Also, he jerked her head into the bullet. Didn't shoot her himself. So it's probably just a mistake. But it happens. Just wanna point it out.
Diana J. Davidson
54. saraheilonwy
Concerning typos...Lots of accidental "cloak" references when what he is supposed to be wearing is a "coat." I would guess you'll have to be especially careful about that in this book.
Peter Ahlstrom
55. PeterAhlstrom
You're both right about those issues. So we're fixing them. (Most of the "cloak" references had already been fixed in the book but I just checked and two of them were still there.) Thanks!
Diana J. Davidson
56. Mistborn
Mr. Sanderson,
Your books made not only my month, but also my year.Maybe even my life. Truly inspirational! You are simply awesome. The world waits for the release of this next book. Hope to see it out soon!
Love your writing.
Diana J. Davidson
57. Court
Just finished the mistborn trilogy; it was AMAZING. Although now I am in despair because it is over:(.
November can't come soon enough to soothe my saddened heart.


ps- Ever since I started reading these books I have been wanting to make mistborn references; my friends have no idea what I am talking about. :D
Diana J. Davidson
58. MKV
At first, I wasn't too sure about the Western-ish setting, but this is incredible. And I get the feeling I'm going to love these characters just as much as the Mistborn crew.
Keep on being awesome and inspiring, Brandon Sanderson!
Diana J. Davidson
59. Euphemism
If Wax keeps himself constantly at 3/4 inertia, how does that affect his muscle mass/bone development? Just as astronauts suffer from bone loss in zero-gravity conditions and need to spend extra time exercising, does Wax's abuse of his power affect him similarly?
Diana J. Davidson
60. kateydidnt
If Wax usually goes around at 3/4 his normal weight he must have alot of weight stored up by now. I suspect this will become significant at some point. I am sure there are situations where being heavier would become an asset. However 59 has a good point--if physical weight is not coorelated with physical strength than being heavier would be useless if you don't have the muscle mass or bone density to back it up.
T C
62. Freelancer
kateydidn't @60

Oh no, not useless at all, especially for a coinshot. If he could suddenly weigh, say, a ton, how much metal could he move with a flared Push? Definitely one of several Chekov's guns in this exerpt. The most obvious being his Sterrions, even if they're in a chest, not on the mantle. No way we get introduced to them in a Prologue and never seen them again.
Tate Thorpe
63. FearTheWiggum001
Brandon, you're phenominal! Love all your books! I am drooling just thinking of when i get this book!
Diana J. Davidson
64. Andy DiMartino
Totally Psyched!!!!
Diana J. Davidson
65. Methos
@62
I don't think it's as simple as using weight to add power to a coinshot. In the first books whenever Sazad added significant weight, he was also tapping his pewtermind to give himself the strength to cope with it (ie during the siege in book 2). And whenever Vin was doing a particularly strong push or pull, it references her burning pewter to keep from pulling herself apart.

While Wax could double or triple his weight without too much problem, I doubt he can increase it indefinitely.
George Samuel
66. Purplescai
I was skeptic at first about this, but now I see how you added to the amazing magical system in mistborn the features brought on by technology, and it's amazing.

Please don't ever stop blowing our minds.
Dylon Crone
67. DylonCrone
I look foreward to reading these. The last mistborn books were perfect, in biginning and end, so I have no doubt this book and its sequels will be even better. But, I will say this: no matter what characters you create, none will surpass that original Crew.

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