The Alloy of Law: A Mistborn Novel by Brandon Sanderson (English) Hardcover Book

Description: The Alloy of Law by Brandon Sanderson Three hundred years after the events of the Mistborn trilogy, Scadrial is now on the verge of modernity. Kelsier, Vin, Elend, Sazed, Spook, and the rest are now part of history--or religion. Yet even as science and technology are reaching new heights, the old magics of Allomancy and Feruchemy continue to play a role in this reborn world. FORMAT Hardcover LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description From #1 New York Times bestselling author Brandon Sanderson, the Mistborn series is a heist story of political intrigue and magical, martial-arts action. Three hundred years after the events of the Mistborn trilogy, Kelsier and Vin have passed into the realm of history and myth, and the world of Scadrial is on the verge of modernity. In the frontier lands known as the Roughs, the old magics are a crucial tool for those who establish order and justice. One such is Waxillium Ladrian, a rare Twinborn, who can Push on metals with his Allomancy and use Feruchemy to become lighter or heavier at will. After twenty years in the Roughs, tragedy has driven Wax back to the metropolis of Elendel. Now he must reluctantly put away his guns and assume the duties of the head of a noble house. But when a gang of Allomancers turn to train robbery and kidnapping, Wax will soon learn that the mansions and elegant tree-lined streets of the city can be more dangerous than the dusty plains of the Roughs. Other Tor books by Brandon Sanderson The Cosmere The Stormlight ArchiveThe Way of KingsWords of RadianceEdgedancer (novella)OathbringerDawnshard (novella)Rhythm of War The Mistborn SagaThe Original TrilogyMistbornThe Well of AscensionThe Hero of Ages Wax and WayneThe Alloy of LawShadows of SelfThe Bands of MourningThe Lost Metal Other Cosmere novelsElantrisWarbreakerTress of the Emerald SeaYumi and the Nightmare PainterThe Sunlit Man CollectionArcanum Unbounded: The Cosmere Collection The Alcatraz vs. the Evil Librarians seriesAlcatraz vs. the Evil LibrariansThe Scriveners BonesThe Knights of CrystalliaThe Shattered LensThe Dark TalentBastille vs. the Evil Librarians (with Janci Patterson) Other novelsThe RithmatistLegion: The Many Lives of Stephen LeedsThe Frugal Wizards Handbook for Surviving Medieval England Other books by Brandon Sanderson The ReckonersSteelheartFirefightCalamity SkywardSkywardStarsightCytonicSkyward Flight (with Janci Patterson)Defiant Author Biography Brandon Sanderson is an instructor at Brigham Young University. Review Praise for Brandon Sanderson and the Mistborn Saga Over 10 million Mistborn books sold! "One of the genres most beloved authors."--TIME "Sanderson raises the genre stakes... A fan favorite."--The New York Times "[Sanderson] is not a brilliant writer of epic fantasy, hes simply a brilliant writer. Period."--Patrick Rothfuss, #1 New York Times bestselling author "The genres most popular writer... easily one of the most successful and prolific fantasy writers of the century so far."--Esquire "Epic in every sense."--The Guardian "If youre a fan of fantasy and havent read the Mistborn trilogy yet, you have no excuses."--Forbes "A breathtaking saga that promises twists every step of the way... succeeds in celebrating what makes fantasy magical while simultaneously delivering a fresh adventure thats endlessly entertaining."--Paste Magazine, "The 50 Best Fantasy Books of the 21st Century (So Far)" on Mistborn "Delivers more excitement, adventure, and magic in a newly industrialized world that is as richly realized as any of Sandersons creations."--BuzzFeed on Shadows of Self "A fresh view of how a world can grow, building new dimensions into the best of the old. Sanderson continues to show that he is one of the best authors in the genre."--Library Journal (starred review) on The Alloy of Law "A fast-paced novel thats part Wild West, part Indiana Jones, and wholly entertaining, combining high emotional stakes with a deep, good-natured sense of humor."--Kirkus Reviews on The Bands of Mourning Review Quote " [ The Hero of Ages ] brings the Mistborn epic fantasy trilogy to a dramatic and surprising climax.... Sandersons saga of consequences offers complex characters and a compelling plot, asking hard questions about loyalty, faith, and responsibility." -- Publishers Weekly on the Mistborn series and Brandon Sanderson "Sanderson is an evil genius. There is simply no other way to describe what hes managed to pull off in this transcendent final volume of his Mistborn trilogy." -- RT Book Reviews (Gold Medal, Top Pick!) on The Hero of Ages "Its rare for a fiction writer to have much understanding of how leadership works and how love really takes root in the human heart. Sanderson is astonishingly wise." --Orson Scott Card Excerpt from Book 1 Five months later, Wax walked through the decorated rooms of a large, lively party, passing men in dark suits with tailcoats and women in colorful dresses with narrow waists and lots of folds through long pleated skirts. They called him "Lord Waxillium" or "Lord Ladrian" when they spoke to him. He nodded to each, but avoided being drawn into conversation. He deliberately made his way to one of the back rooms of the party, where dazzling electric lights-the talk of the city-produced a steady, too-even light to ward off the evenings gloom. Outside the windows, he could see mist tickling the glass. Defying decorum, Wax pushed his way through the rooms enormous glass double doors and stepped out onto the mansions grand balcony. There, finally, he felt like he could breathe again. He closed his eyes, taking the air in and out, feeling the faint wetness of the mists on the skin of his face. Buildings are so … suffocating here in the city, he thought. Have I simply forgotten about that, or did I not notice it when I was younger? He opened his eyes, and rested his hands on the balcony railing to look out over Elendel. It was the grandest city in all the world, a metropolis designed by Harmony himself. The place of Waxs youth. A place that hadnt been his home for twenty years. Though it had been five months since Lessies death, he could still hear the gunshot, see the blood sprayed on the bricks. He had left the Roughs, moved back to the city, answering the desperate summons to do his duty to his house at his uncles passing. Five months and a world away, and he could still hear that gunshot. Crisp, clean, like the sky cracking. Behind him, he could hear musical laughter coming from the warmth of the room. Cett Mansion was a grand place, full of expensive woods, soft carpets, and sparkling chandeliers. No one joined him on the balcony. From this vantage, he had a perfect view of the lights down Demoux Promenade. A double row of bright electric lamps with a steady, blazing whiteness. They glowed like bubbles along the wide boulevard, which was flanked by the even wider canal, the still and quiet waters reflecting the light. An evening railway engine called a greeting as it chugged through the distant center of the city, hemming the mists with darker smoke. Down Demoux Promenade, Wax had a good view of both the Ironspine Building and Tekiel Tower, one on either side of the canal. Both were unfinished, but their steelwork lattices already rose high into the sky. Mind-numbingly high. The architects continued to release updated reports of how high they intended to go, each one trying to outdo the other. Rumors hed heard at this very party, credible ones, claimed that both would eventually top out at over fifty stories. Nobody knew which would end up proving the taller, though friendly wagers were common. Wax breathed in the mists. Out in the Roughs, Cett Mansion-which was three stories high-would have been as tall as a building got. Here, it felt dwarfed. The world had gone and changed on him during his years out of the city. It had grown up, inventing lights that needed no fire to glow and buildings that threatened to rise higher than the mists themselves. Looking down that wide street at the edge of the Fifth Octant, Wax suddenly felt very, very old. "Lord Waxillium?" a voice asked from behind. He turned to find an older woman, Lady Aving Cett, peeking out the door at him. Her gray hair was up in a bun and she wore rubies at her neck. "By Harmony, my good man. Youll take a chill out here! Come, there are some people you will wish to meet." "Ill be along presently, my lady," Wax said. "Im just getting a little air." Lady Cett frowned, but retreated. She didnt know what to make of him; none of them did. Some saw him as a mysterious scion of the Ladrian family, associated with strange stories of the realms beyond the mountains. The rest assumed him to be an uncultured, rural buffoon. He figured he was probably both. Hed been on show all night. He was supposed to be looking for a wife, and pretty much everyone knew it. House Ladrian was insolvent following his uncles imprudent management, and the easiest path to solvency was marriage. Unfortunately, his uncle had also managed to offend three-quarters of the citys upper crust. Wax leaned forward on the balcony, the Sterrion revolvers under his arms jabbing his sides. With their long barrels, they werent meant to be carried in underarm holsters. They had been awkward all night. He should be getting back to the party to chat and try to repair House Ladrians reputation. But the thought of that crowded room, so hot, so close, sweltering, making it difficult to breathe.… Giving himself no time to reconsider, he swung off over the side of the balcony and began falling three stories toward the ground. He burned steel, then dropped a spent bullet casing slightly behind himself and Pushed against it; his weight sent it speeding down to the earth faster than he fell. As always, thanks to his Feruchemy, he was lighter than he should have been. He hardly knew anymore what it felt like to go around at his full weight. When the casing hit the ground, he Pushed against it and sent himself horizontally in a leap over the garden wall. With one hand on its stone top, he vaulted out of the garden, then reduced his weight to a fraction of normal as he fell down the other side. He landed softly. Ah, good, he thought, crouching down and peering through the mists. The coachmens yard. The vehicles everyone had used to get there were arranged here in neat rows, the coachmen themselves chatting in a few cozy rooms that spilled orange light into the mists. No electric lights here; just good, warmth-giving hearths. He walked among the carriages until he found his own, then opened the trunk strapped to the back. Off came his gentlemans fine dinner coat. Instead he threw on his mistcoat, a long, enveloping garment like a duster with a thick collar and cuffed sleeves. He slipped a shotgun into its pocket on the inside, then buckled on his gun belt and moved the Sterrions into the holsters at his hips. Ah, he thought. Much better. He really needed to stop carrying the Sterrions and get some more practical weapons for concealment. Unfortunately, hed never found anything as good as Ranettes work. Hadnt she moved to the city, though? Perhaps he could look her up and talk her into making him something. Assuming she didnt shoot him on sight. A few moments later, he was running through the city, the mistcoat light upon his back. He left it open at the front, revealing his black shirt and gentlemans trousers. The ankle-length mistcoat had been divided into strips from just above the waist, the tassels streaming behind him with a faint rustle. He dropped a bullet casing and launched himself high into the air, landing atop the building across the street from the mansion. He glanced back at it, the windows ablaze in the evening dark. What kind of rumors was he going to start, vanishing from the balcony like that? Well, they already knew he was Twinborn-that was a matter of public record. His disappearance wasnt going to do much to help patch his familys reputation. For the moment, he didnt care. Hed spent almost every evening since his return to the city at one social function or another, and they hadnt had a misty night in weeks. He needed the mists. This was who he was. Wax dashed across the rooftop and leaped off, moving toward Demoux Promenade. Just before hitting the ground, he flipped a spent casing down and Pushed on it, slowing his descent. He landed in a patch of decorative shrubs that caught his coat tassels and made a rustling noise. Damn. Nobody planted decorative shrubs out in the Roughs. He pulled himself free, wincing at the noise. A few weeks in the city, and he was already getting rusty? He shook his head and Pushed himself into the air again, moving out over the wide boulevard and parallel canal. He angled his flight so he crested that and landed on one of the new electric lamps. There was one nice thing about a modern city like this; it had a lot of metal. He smiled, then flared his steel and Pushed off the top of the streetlamp, sending himself in a wide arc through the air. Mist streamed past him, swirling as the wind rushed against his face. It was thrilling. A man never truly felt free until hed thrown off gravitys chains and sought the sky. As he crested his arc, he Pushed against another streetlight, throwing himself farther forward. The long row of metal poles was like his own personal railway line. He bounded onward, his antics drawing attention from those in passing carriages, both horse-drawn and horseless. He smiled. Coinshots like himself were relatively rare, but Elendel was a major city with an enormous population. He wouldnt be the first man these people had seen bounding by metal through the city. Coinshots often acted as high-speed couriers in Elendel. The citys size still astonished him. Millions lived here, maybe as many as five million. Nobody had a sure count across all of its wards-they were called octants, and as one might expect, there were eight of them. Millions; he couldnt picture that, though hed grown up here. Before hed left Weathering, hed been starting to th Description for Library After he was drafted to complete Robert Jordans blockbuster "Wheel of Time" series, Sanderson himself became a best-selling author. Here he returns to the world he created in the "Mistborn" series, only its three centuries later and Scadriel has modernized. Allomancy and Feruchemy are still practiced, however, and a gifted user named Waxillium Ladrian finds himself assuming duties as the new head of a noble house after decades on the margins. All fantasy readers will want. Details ISBN0765330423 Author Brandon Sanderson Short Title ALLOY OF LAW Publisher Tor Books Language English ISBN-10 0765330423 ISBN-13 9780765330420 Media Book Format Hardcover Pages 336 DEWEY FIC Series Mistborn Series Number NO. Residence Orem, UT, US Imprint Tor Books Year 2011 Publication Date 2011-11-08 Subtitle A Mistborn Novel Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2011-11-08 NZ Release Date 2011-11-08 US Release Date 2011-11-08 UK Release Date 2011-11-08 Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:137307407;

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