The Lost Metal (The Mistborn Saga #7)

by Brandon Sanderson

“Trell is the god Autonomy,” Harmony replied. “What we call a Shard of Adonalsium. Autonomy carries power like my own, a dangerous force for manipulating the very nature of reality and existence. Though Autonomy is held by a woman named Bavadin, her many different faces—or avatars—act with independence. Trell, a male god from the ancient records, can be considered one of these.”

So glad to finally fully bring Mistborn into the larger Cosmere and this book was chock full of info

“How would you like to die, mortal?” Ironeyes asked, stepping closer, robes billowing around him. “And when? Quietly? In the night, of a failing heart? Drowning, on one of your new ships as it sinks? Here? Right now? Crushed by the weight of your own stupidity?”

A touch melodramatic? Sure. Badass? You bet your ass

“What even is that?” Wax asked as Marasi and Kim entered. “He called it ‘chouta.’ It’s good.”

“It appears,” he announced, “that my offer has been rejected. In turn, your offer of conflict is accepted. Prepare yourselves!” With that, he charged down the corridor, each footstep making the ground tremble.

“Your offer of conflict is accepted” is my new favorite way to say “come get these hands”

“Wayne,” Harmony asked, “do you know who you are?” “Yeah, I know who I am,” Wayne said. “I’m the God. Damn. HERO.” He paused. “Sorry.”

Yeah I was crying