The Lost Metal: A Mistborn Novel

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You’ll… uh, find someone else?” Ranette said. “Someone better? That’s what I’m supposed to say, right? Even if it’s probably not true, since I doubt there are many people who are better than a Faceless Immortal. And—”

A breathtaking saga that promises twists every step of the way… succeeds in celebrating what makes fantasy magical while simultaneously delivering a fresh adventure that’s endlessly entertaining.” — Paste Magazine, “The 50 Best Fantasy Books of the 21st Century (So Far),” on Mistborn Steelpushes. Force transference. The Cycle wasn’t the only one using powers they weren’t practiced with. Thank you, Hoid,” Wax said. “Please take my wife wherever she would like to go. Kath, you have the harness?” He’d mostly recovered from the meeting with MeLaan. In fact, he figured he’d handled it quite well. No thing was broken, no body was broken but him, and he’d only needed three shots of whiskey to get moving after. Plus, he’d realized what his day was going to be.And rising. It’s not even true, Wayne. Plenty of men get hotter when they take off clothing. Depends on the man.” Running Gag: "Your carriage, sir" is what Hoid (working as Wax's carriage driver) says as he arrives where he shouldn't be in several, increasingly more surreal occasions. Sequel Hook: Moonlight is last seen running around as an Elantrian, and Marasi promises to help the Ghostbloods find her at some point.

The government of Elendel thinks the best way to squash a rebellion is to make the governor legal authority of the entire Basin. Wax points out that this will do nothing but piss off everyone else, especially since no one outside Elendel gets to vote.Wayne!” she said. “That’s amazing. Have you told Wax? It’s really hard to control the size of your bubbles like that.” Chekhov's Gun: Several. Wax shows off Vindication Two and the Big Gun well before we see them in action. Wayne fires a gun early on, before using one surprises a foe, but not the reader. Moonlight's dangerous, experimental stamp perfectly complements the two jars of liquid Dor, and those inform Marasi what she can do to close the portal Autonomy's troops were going to invade through.

Poor sod’s got a great hand,” Wayne whispered. “One in a million. And he’s playin’ against his broke buddy on guard duty? Rusting waste of a full-on Survivor’s suite…” I’ve never met anyone,” Jaxy said, “who can get inside the heads of other people as well as Wayne can. He’ll understand.” Damn. Old blustering Harms made that joke?” He looked up at her with wide eyes. “Oh, hell, Marasi. Am I getting old? Was that an old man joke?”

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Well, after some cleaning up,” she said. “Judging by how you smell, Wayne, I don’t want to know how I smell. But yes. We need to talk to Waxillium.” No,” Wax said. “It’s more like magnetism. The trellium spike responds to other sources of Investiture in the way one magnet responds to another one.” Info Dump: The Lost Metal is arguably more of a Cosmere novel than a Mistborn novel, involving many proper nouns and magic systems from other worlds. Marasi functions as an Audience Surrogate for this, having off-world operatives among the Ghostbloods explain their powers to her and, by proxy, readers unfamiliar with the wider Cosmere.

Autonomy is something of a foil to the Survivor, which might be part of why the Set uses so much Survivorist imagery and training. But while the church (and Kelsier himself) teaches to survive and help each other through the hard times, Autonomy deliberately sets people into dangerous situations so that the strong can survive. I meant it though, about being proud of you,” Ranette told him. “You’ve grown, Wayne. A lot. We’ve been going to dinner for years now, and you haven’t hit on me once.” Ignore him,” Ranette said. But then she softened her voice. “Hey. You’ll live, Wayne. I’ve seen you get through worse.”Oh, hell. A Feruchemist. He didn’t have the Terris look—but then, neither did Wayne. You couldn’t always tell. Marasi nodded. Cycle was the lowest level of real officer in the Set. They were local bosses that operated gangs of hired muscle. Miles Hundredlives had been a Cycle, reporting to the Suit above him. This man was dressed in an upscale way—visibly more decorated than the others in the cavern. He was also lean, muscular, and tall. As a Cycle, he might be Metalborn. So they’d best not underestimate him in a fight. He shrugged like it was nothing, but she was legitimately proud of him. He received an allotment from the department, and during the early days of their partnership he’d always run out on missions. She’d been planning to talk to Captain Reddi about increasing the allotment, until she’d discovered that Wayne used his bendalloy for all kinds of non-combat, non-detective work. Playing pranks, changing costumes to delight children, the occasional casual thievery… Unusually Uninteresting Sight: In the epilogue, Ironeyes, known to Scadrians as Death Himself, walks up to the cast in the middle of a public park for a conversation without anyone noticing. Steris lampshades how nobody seems to notice or care, which Marsh writes off as emotional Allomancy. Wax suspects something else.