Mistborn Trilogy (Mistborn, #1-3)

by Brandon Sanderson

Vin frowned. “You would gather stories about Kelsier?” “Certainly,” Sazed said. “I collect all religions.” Vin snorted. “This is no religion we’re talking about, Sazed. This is Kelsier.” “I disagree. He is certainly a religious figure to the skaa.” “But we knew him,” Vin said. “He was no prophet or god. He was just a man.” “So many of them are, I think,” Sazed said quietly.

The creature looked at her. It wore Kelsier’s face, but the eyes … they were different. The face didn’t bear Kelsier’s characteristic smile. It seemed hollow. Dead.

Bro what the fuck

I think that’s everything. It was a fun job, wasn’t it? When you remember me, please remember that. Remember to smile.

I’m depressed

Please don’t be angry at me for abandoning you. I was given an extension on life.

Farewell. I’ll tell Mare about you. She always wanted a daughter.

She burned the Eleventh Metal. Nothing happened. Vin struggled in frustration, her heart sinking. And then she saw him. Another man, standing right beside the Lord Ruler. Where had he come from? She hadn’t seen him enter. He had a full beard and wore a thick, woolen outfit with a fur-lined cloak. It wasn’t rich clothing, but it was well constructed. He stood quietly, seeming … content. He smiled happily.

“Sold you out?” Kar said. “He died promising us that you had starved to death years ago! He screamed it night and day beneath the hands of Ministry torturers. It is particularly difficult to hold out against the pains of an Inquisitor’s torture … something you shall soon discover.”

Oh :( he was trying to protect her ? I mean he’s still a bitch but still

“Sazed?” Vin cried, rushing to the bars.

NOOOOOOO IF HE DIES I SUE

“Um, yes. And … I see that you’re a Mistborn. That’s rather interesting. You know, it’s generally common courtesy to tell one’s friends about things like that.”

Another spike! Vin thought with wonder. The other Inquisitor pulled it out of Kar’s back, and he died. That’s the secret!

Marsh! Marsh took the dais steps in twos, moving with an Inquisitor’s supernatural speed.

WAHT ??????

“Rashek,” Vin said again. “That’s your name, isn’t it? You aren’t the man who wrote the logbook. You’re not the hero that was sent to protect the people … you’re his servant. The packman who hated him.” She shook her head. “You … you killed him,” she whispered. “That’s what happened that night! That’s why the logbook stopped so suddenly! You killed the hero and took his place. You went into the cavern in his stead, and you claimed the power for yourself. But instead of saving the world, you took control of it.”

A Terrisman? A Feruchemist.

Okay so I called this early on I just didn’t call the whole servant thing

“I bring you a message from a friend of ours,” she said quietly. “He wanted you to know that he’s not dead. He can’t be killed. “He is hope.” Then she raised the spear and rammed it directly into the Lord Ruler’s heart.

I can’t do this. That person who would be with him, that’s not me. That was an illusion, a dream. I am that child who grew up in the shadows, the girl who should be alone. I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve him.

Girl cmon man

Go back. Before she could convince herself otherwise, she dashed limpingly back to the broken skylight and dropped a coin to the floor below.

Oh thank god

“Elend Venture,” she said, standing up. “There is something I’ve been meaning to tell you for some time.” She blinked away her tears. “You read too much. Especially in the presence of ladies.” He smiled, throwing back his chair and grabbing her in a firm embrace. Vin closed her eyes, simply feeling the warmth of being held. And realized that was all she had ever really wanted.

Your honor I love them

ALLOMANCY ALPHABETICAL REFERENCE

My name is Kwaan. Philosopher, scholar, traitor. I am the one who discovered Alendi, and I am the one who first proclaimed him to be the Hero of Ages. I am the one who started all this.

“Good men don’t become legends,” he said quietly. “Good men don’t need to become legends.” She opened her eyes, looking up at him. “They simply do what’s right anyway.”

“Lord Ruler only knows what she’d do to you if you ever tried to leave her, Elend.” Vin stiffened immediately, pulling him a little tighter.

So, thinking herself clever, Vin burned the fourteenth metal. A massive explosion sounded in her ears.

I burned them both at once. That’s the secret. The duralumin had burned away all her tin in a single massive burst.

Oh that’s cool so it amplifies whatever metal she wants to use

And, looking, she could see that her bronze and her pewter—the other metals she’d been burning at the time—were gone as well.

Oh never mind so it just burns them all out that’s wild

Vin spun. A man landed quietly behind her. He looked familiar for some reason. He had a lean face—topped with dark hair—and his head was cocked slightly in confusion. She could see the question in his eyes. Why had she fallen down?

WHO YOU BE

The Mistborn smiled, then tipped his head to her as if in respect. “Who are you?” Vin asked, stepping forward. “An enemy,” he replied, holding up a hand to ward her back. Vin hesitated. Mist swirled between them on the quiet street. “Why then did you help me fight those assassins?” “Because,” he said. “I’m also insane.”

My name is Kwaan. Philosopher, scholar, traitor. I am the one who discovered Alendi, and I am the one who first proclaimed him to be the Hero of Ages. I am the one who started all this. And I am the one who betrayed him, for I now know that he must never be allowed to complete his quest.

Elend said, “I kind of lost track of time.” “For two hours?” Elend nodded sheepishly. “There were books involved.”

“We shall speak again, I assume, Your Majesty?” “Yes, of course,” Elend said. “Um … is there anything I should begin practicing?” “Yes,” Tindwyl said, walking to the door. “Stop saying ‘um.’” “Right.”

“Papers can be moved, I believe. If they prove too heavy, you could always burn pewter to give yourself more strength.”

lol

They found the messenger waiting in the third-floor Venture atrium. Vin and Elend walked in, and she stopped immediately. It was him. The Watcher.

“This is what we are, Vin,” he said quietly. Wind and mist whipped around them as they fell, the tassels of Vin’s mistcloak writhing in the air around Zane. “Why do you play their games? Why do you let them control you?”

Zane shook his head. “We don’t belong with them, Vin. We don’t belong in their world. We belong here, in the mists.”

Says the man working for Straff or whatever his name is

“KILL HIM,” GOD WHISPERED. Zane hung quietly in the mists, looking through Elend Venture’s open balcony doors. The mists swirled around him, obscuring him from the king’s view. “You should kill him,” God said again.

🤨😬 uhhhh

But he was also Zane’s brother.

UH WHAT

Regardless, he found insanity no excuse for irrational behavior. Some men were blind, others had poor tempers. Still others heard voices. It was all the same in the end. A man was defined not by his flaws, but by how he overcame them.

She is coming to trust me, he thought. And there’s something else about her. She’s like me. Perhaps … she could understand me. Perhaps she could save me.

Straff hadn’t brought all of his mistresses with him on the trip—just his ten or fifteen favorites.

??????? !!!!!!!

She had been quite attractive a decade before, but now she was creeping up into her late twenties.

Bruh

As long as he appeared strong before Zane, the Mistborn would continue to do as commanded. Probably.

lol I hope Zane kills him

“Perhaps she isn’t right for a man in your position.” Elend looked up sharply. “What does that mean?” “Perhaps you need someone a little more refined,” Tindwyl said. “I’m certain she’s a capable bodyguard, but as a lady, she—” “Stop,” Elend snapped. “Vin is fine as she is.”

“Of course,” Elend said. “I don’t understand her, but yes. I love her.”

“Well … sort of. She says she’s Lord Cett’s daughter, and she’s come looking for Breeze.”

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Vin declared, folding her arms. “Kelsier was like a father to me.”

“No, not me. I’m not a good person or a bad person. I’m only here to kill things.”

It was good to have Vin’s arm around him, even if she didn’t say much—sometimes he felt stronger simply because of her presence.

He’s definitely the little spoon

“You just told me you liked me how I am.” “I do,” Elend said. “But I’d like you however you were, Vin. I love you. The question is, how do you like yourself?”

she could see something on Zane’s arm. The skin was covered with thin white streaks. Scars. Zane immediately lowered his arm, hiding the scarred flesh with his sleeve. “You were in the Pits of Hathsin,” Vin said quietly. “Like Kelsier.”

Vin opened her mouth slightly, cocking her head. “I think I just realized what the Deepness was.”

Well I’m glad you did bc I sure haven’t

It wasn’t until years later that I became convinced that Alendi was the Hero of Ages. Hero of Ages: the one called Rabzeen in Khlennium, the Anamnesor. Savior.