Mistborn
Brandon Sanderson, 2006
A street thief who burns metals for luck is pulled into a heist against a god-emperor—and a world buried in ash.
Feels like dread, hope and wonder. About power.
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What it would be like to be the ash, and not care.
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? Brandon Sanderson.Sanderson has said the series began with a simple question: what if the Dark Lord had won?
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The Well of Ascension
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The Way of Kings
Brandon Sanderson, 2015
When a young scholar challenges ancient religious doctrine, they force a confrontation between faith, logic, and the true nature of divinity. A sweeping epic of idealism and intellectual defiance.
The Hero of Ages
Brandon Sanderson, 2008
A world buried in ash, a town bracing for monsters, and an emperor who takes command before anyone can object.
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Questions readers ask
- What is Mistborn like?
- Feels like dread, hope and wonder. About power.
- What should I read after Mistborn?
- If you liked Mistborn, try Throne of Glass (Sarah J. Maas), A Game of Thrones (George R.R. Martin) and Winter (Marissa Meyer).
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A dare that lands because it names the fear, not the dream.
You could rattle the stars,“ she whispered. ”You could do anything, if only you dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most.
Throne of Glass · Sarah J. Maas
What it costs to be the cleverest man in a room that pities you.
You are your mother’s trueborn son of Lannister." "Am I?" the dwarf replied, sardonic. "Do tell my lord father. My mother died birthing me, and he’s never been sure." "I don’t even know who my mother was," Jon said. "Some woman, no doubt. Most of them are." He favored Jon with a rueful grin. "Remember this, boy. All dwarfs may be bastards, yet not all bastards need be dwarfs." And with that he turned and sauntered back into the feast, whistling a tune. When he opened the door, the light from within threw his shadow clear across the yard, and for just a moment Tyrion Lannister stood tall as a king.
A Game of Thrones · George R.R. Martin
What it costs to look away from something you cannot stop.
This was when Winter looked away. When she always looked away. She watched her own fingers burrow into her dress, her fingernails scraping at the fabric until she could feel the sting on her thighs. She watched the ice climb over her wrists, toward her elbows. Where the ice touched, her flesh went numb.
Winter · Marissa Meyer
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