MISTBORN TOR BOOKS BY BRANDON SANDERSON Elantris Mistborn BRANDON SANDERSON A TOM DOHERTY ASSOCIATES BOOK NEW YORK FOR BETH SANDERSON, Who’s been reading fantasy For longer than I’ve been alive, And fully deserves To have a grandson as loony as she is ACKNOWLEDGMENTS Once again, I find myself in need of thanking my wonderful agent, Joshua Bilmes, and equally amazing editor, Moshe Feder They did a wonderful job with this book, and I’m proud to have the opportunity to work with them As always, my tireless writing groups have consistently provided feedback and encouragement: Alan Layton, Janette Layton, Kaylynne ZoBell, Nate Hat-field, Bryce Cundick, Kimball Larsen, and Emily Scorup Alpha readers, who saw a version of this book in a much rougher form and helped me shape it into what you see now, included Krista Olson, Benjamin R Olson, Micah Demoux, Eric Ehlers, Izzy Whiting, Stacy Whitman, Kristina Kugler, Megan Kauffman, Sarah Bylund, C Lee Player, Ethan Skarstedt, Jillena O’Brien, Ryan Jurado, and the incalculable Peter Ahlstrom There are also a few people in particular whom I would like to thank Isaac Stewart, who did the map work for this novel, was an invaluable resource both in the idea department and with visual cues Heather Kirby had excellent advice to help me with the mysterious inner workings of a young woman’s mind In addition, I’d like to acknowledge some of the very important people who work behind the scenes on the books that you buy Irene Gallo, the art director at Tor, does a brilliant job—it’s because of her that both this book and Elantris have the wonderful covers that they Also, David Moench, in the Tor publicity department, went far beyond the call of duty in helping make Elantris a success Both have my thanks Finally, as always, I am thankful to my family for their continued support and enthusiasm In particular, I’d like to thank my brother, Jordan, for his enthusiasm, support, and loyalty Check out his handiwork at my Web site: www.brandonsanderson.com MISTBORN anyway, Mistress What you did was right This way, I can record that the Lord Ruler was struck down by one of the skaa he had oppressed.” Vin flushed “Record?” “Of course I am still a Keeper, Mistress I must pass these things on— history, events, and truths.” “You won’t…say too much about me, will you?” For some reason the idea of other people telling stories about her made her uncomfortable “I wouldn’t worry too much, Mistress,” Sazed said with a smile “My brethren and I will be very busy, I think We have so much to restore, so much to tell the world… I doubt details about you need to be passed on with any urgent timing I will record what happened, but I will keep it to myself for a while, if you wish.” “Thank you,” Vin said, nodding “That power that the Lord Ruler found in the cave,” Marsh said speculatively, “perhaps it was just Allomancy You said that there is no record of any Allomancers before the Ascension.” “It is indeed a possibility, Master Marsh,” Sazed said “There are very few legends about the origins of Allomancy, and nearly all of them agree that Allomancers first ‘appeared with the mists.’” Vin frowned She’d always assumed that the title “Mistborn” had come about because Allomancers tended to their work at night She’d never considered that there might be a stronger connection Mist reacts to Allomancy It swirls when an Allomancer uses his abilities nearby And…what did I feel at the end? It was like I drew something from the mists Whatever she’d done, she hadn’t been able to replicate it Marsh sighed and stood He had been awake only a few hours, but he already seemed tired His head slightly, as if the weight of the spikes were pulling it down “Does that…hurt, Marsh?” she asked “The spikes, I mean?” He paused “Yes All eleven of them…throb The pain reacts to my emotions somehow.” “Eleven?” Vin asked with shock Marsh nodded “Two in the head, eight in the chest, one in the back to seal them together That’s the only way to kill an Inquisitor—you have to separate the top spikes from the bottom ones Kell did it through a beheading, but it’s easier to just pull out the middle spike.” “We thought you were dead,” Vin said “When we found the body and the blood at the Soothing station…” Marsh nodded “I was going to send word of my survival, but they watched me fairly closely that first day I didn’t expect Kell to make his move so quickly.” “None of us did, Master Marsh,” Sazed said “None of us expected it at all.” “He actually did it, didn’t he?” Marsh said, shaking his head in wonder “That bastard There are two things I’ll never forgive him for The first is for stealing my dream of overthrowing the Final Empire, then actually succeeding at it.” Vin paused “And the second?” Marsh turned spike-heads toward her “Getting himself killed to it.” “If I may ask, Master Marsh,” Sazed said “Who was that corpse that Mistress Vin and Master Kelsier discovered at the Soothing station?” Marsh looked back over the city “There were several corpses, actually The process to create a new Inquisitor is…messy I’d rather not speak about it.” “Of course,” Sazed said, bowing his head “You, however,” Marsh said, “could tell me about this creature that Kelsier used to imitate Lord Renoux.” “The kandra?” Sazed said “I fear even the Keepers know little of them They are related to mistwraiths—perhaps even the same creatures, just older Because of their reputation, they generally prefer to remain unseen—though some of the noble houses hire them on occasion.” Vin frowned “So…why didn’t Kell just have this kandra impersonate him and die in his stead?” “Ah,” Sazed said “You see, Mistress, for a kandra to impersonate someone, they first must devour that person’s flesh and absorb their bones Kandra are like mistwraiths—they have no skeletons of their own.” Vin shivered “Oh.” “He is back, you know,” Marsh said “The creature is no longer using my brother’s body—he has another one—but he came looking for you, Vin.” “Me?” Vin asked Marsh nodded “He said something about Kelsier transferring his contract to you before he died I believe the beast sees you as its master, now.” Vin shivered That…thing ate Kelsier’s body “I don’t want it around,” she said “I’ll send it away.” “Do not be quite so hasty, Mistress,” Sazed said “Kandra are expensive servants—you must pay them in atium If Kelsier bought an extended contract for one, it would be foolish to waste its services A kandra might prove a very useful ally in the months to come.” Vin shook her head “I don’t care I don’t want that thing around Not after what it did.” The trio fell silent Finally, Marsh stood, sighing “Anyway, if you will excuse me, I should go make an appearance at the keep—the new king wants me to represent the Ministry in his negotiations.” Vin frowned “I don’t see why the Ministry deserves any say in things.” “The obligators are still quite powerful, Mistress,” Sazed said “And, they are the most efficient and well-trained bureaucratic force in the Final Empire His majesty would be wise to try and bring them to his side, and recognizing Master Marsh may help achieve this.” Marsh shrugged “Of course, assuming I can establish control over the Canton of Orthodoxy, the Ministry should…change during the next few years I’ll move slowly and carefully, but by the time I’m done, the obligators won’t even realize what they’ve lost Those other Inquisitors could present a problem, though.” Vin nodded “How many are there outside of Luthadel?” “I don’t know,” Marsh said “I wasn’t a member of the order for very long before I destroyed it However, the Final Empire was a big place Many speak of there being around twenty Inquisitors in the empire, but I never was able to pin anyone down on a hard number.” Vin nodded as Marsh left However, the Inquisitors—while dangerous— worried her far less now that she knew their secret She was more concerned about something else You don’t know what I for mankind I was your god, even if you couldn’t see it By killing me, you have doomed yourselves… The Lord Ruler’s final words At the time, she thought he’d been referring to the Final Empire as the thing he did “for mankind.” However, she wasn’t so certain anymore There had been…fear in his eyes when he’d spoken those words, not pride “Saze?” she said “What was the Deepness? The thing that the Hero from the logbook was supposed to defeat?” “I wish that we knew, Mistress,” Sazed said “But, it didn’t come, right?” “Apparently not,” Sazed said “The legends agree that had the Deepness not been stopped, the very world would have been destroyed Of course, perhaps these stories have been exaggerated Maybe the danger of the ‘Deepness’ was really just the Lord Ruler himself—perhaps the Hero’s fight was simply one of conscience He had to choose to dominate the world or to let it be free.” That didn’t sound right to Vin There was more She remembered that fear in the Lord Ruler’s eyes Terror He said “do,” not “did.” “What I for mankind.” That implies that he was still doing it, whatever it was You have doomed yourselves… She shivered in the evening air The sun was setting, making it even easier to see the illuminated Keep Venture—Elend’s choice of headquarters for the moment, though he might still move to Kredik Shaw He hadn’t decided yet “You should go to him, Mistress,” Sazed said “He needs to see that you are well.” Vin didn’t reply immediately She stared out over the city, watching the bright keep in the darkening sky “Were you there, Sazed?” she asked “Did you hear his speech?” “Yes, Mistress,” he said “Once we discovered that there was no atium in that treasury, Lord Venture insisted that we go seek help for you I was inclined to agree with him—neither of us were warriors, and I was still without my Feruchemical storages.” No atium, Vin thought After all of this, we haven’t found a speck of it What did the Lord Ruler with it all? Or…did someone else get to it first? “When Master Elend and I found the army,” Sazed continued, “its rebels were slaughtering the palace solders Some of them tried to surrender, but our soldiers weren’t letting them It was a…disturbing scene, Mistress Your Elend…he didn’t like what he saw When he stood up there before the skaa, I thought that they would simply kill him too.” Sazed paused, cocking his head slightly “But…the things he said, Mistress…his dreams of a new government, his condemnation of bloodshed and chaos…Well, Mistress, I fear that I cannot repeat it I wish I’d had my metalminds, so that I could have memorized his exact words.” He sighed, shaking his head “Regardless, I believe that Master Breeze was very influential in helping calm that riot Once one group started listening to Master Elend, the others did too, and from there…well, it is a good thing that a nobleman ended up as king, I think Master Elend brings some legitimacy to our bid for control, and I think that we will see more support from the nobility and the merchants with him at our head.” Vin smiled “Kell would be angry with us, you know He did all this work, and we just turned around and put a nobleman on the throne.” Sazed shook his head “Ah, but there is something more important to consider, I think We didn’t just put a nobleman on the throne—we put a good man on the throne.” “A good man…” Vin said “Yes I’ve known a few of those, now.” Vin knelt in the mists atop Keep Venture Her splinted leg made it harder to move around at night, but most of the effort she used was Allomantic She just had to make certain that her landings were particularly soft Night had come, and the mists surrounded her Protecting her, hiding her, giving her power… Elend Venture sat at a desk below, beneath a skylight that still hadn’t been patched from the time Vin had thrown a body through it He didn’t notice her crouching above Who would? Who saw a Mistborn in her element? She was, in a way, like one of the shadow images created by the Eleventh Metal Incorporeal Really just something that could have been Could have been… The events of the last day were difficult enough to sort through; Vin hadn’t even tried to make sense of her emotions, which were a far bigger mess She hadn’t gone to Elend yet She hadn’t been able to She looked down at him, sitting in the lanternlight, reading at his desk and making scribbled notes in his little book His meetings earlier had apparently gone well—everyone seemed willing to accept him as king Marsh whispered that there were politics behind the support, however The nobility saw Elend as a puppet they could control, and factions were already appearing amongst the skaa leadership Still, Elend finally had an opportunity to draft the law code he’d been dreaming of He could try to create the perfect nation, try to apply the philosophies he had studied for so long There would be bumps, and Vin suspected that he would ultimately have to settle for something far more realistic than his idealistic dream That didn’t really matter He would make a good king Of course, compared with the Lord Ruler, a pile of soot would make a good king… She wanted to go to Elend, to drop down into the warm room, but… something kept her back She’d been through too many recent twists in her fortune, too many emotional strains—both Allomantic and non-Allomantic She wasn’t certain what she wanted anymore; she wasn’t certain if she were Vin or Valette, or even which of them she wished that she were She felt cold in the mists, in the quiet darkness The mist empowered, protected, and hid…even when she didn’t really want it to any of the three I can’t 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 It was over As she had anticipated, everything was changing In truth, she’d never really made a very good noblewoman It was time for her to go back to being what she was good at A thing of shadows, not of parties and balls It was time to go She turned to leave, ignoring her tears, frustrated with herself She left him, her shoulders slumped as she hobbled across the metallic roof and disappeared into the mist But then… He died promising us that you had starved to death years ago With all the chaos, she’d nearly forgotten the Inquisitor’s words about Reen Now, however, the memory made her pause Mists passed her, curling, coaxing Reen hadn’t abandoned her He’d been captured by the Inquisitors who had been looking for Vin, the unlawful child of their enemy They’d tortured him And he had died protecting her Reen didn’t betray me He always promised that he would, but in the end, he didn’t He had been far from a perfect brother, but he had loved her nonetheless A whispered voice came from the back of her mind, speaking in Reen’s voice Go back Before she could convince herself otherwise, she dashed limpingly back to the broken skylight and dropped a coin to the floor below Elend turned curiously, looking at the coin, cocking his head Vin dropped down a second later, Pushing herself up to slow the fall, landing only on her good leg “Elend Venture,” she said, standing up “There is something I’ve been meaning to tell you for some time.” She paused, blinking 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 ARS ARCANUM Find extensive author’s annotations of every chapter of this book, along with deleted scenes and expanded world information, at www.brandonsanderson.com ALLOMANCY ALPHABETICAL REFERENCE A person burning brass can Riot another person’s emotions, enflaming them and making particular emotions more powerful It does not let one read minds or even emotions A Misting who burns brass is known as a Rioter BRASS (EXTERNAL MENTAL PUSHING METAL) A person burning bronze can sense when people nearby are using Allomancy Allomancers burning metals nearby will give off “Allomantic pulses”—something like drumbeats that are audible only to a person burning bronze A Misting who can burn bronze is known as a Seeker BRONZE (INTERNAL MENTAL PUSHING METAL) COINSHOT A Misting who can burn steel A person burning copper gives off an invisible cloud that protects anyone inside of it from the senses of a Seeker While within one of these “copperclouds,” an Allomancer can burn any metal they wish, and not worry that someone will sense their Allomantic pulses by burning bronze As a side effect, the person burning copper is themselves immune to any form of emotional Allomancy (Soothing or Rioting) A Misting who can burn copper is known as a Smoker COPPER (INTERNAL MENTAL PULLING METAL) LURCHER A Misting who can burn iron A person burning pewter enhances the physical attributes of their body They become stronger, more durable, and more dexterous Pewter also enhances the body’s sense of balance and ability to recover from wounds Mistings who can burn pewter are known as both Pewterarms and Thugs PEWTER (INTERNAL PHYSICAL PUSHING METAL) PEWTERARM A Misting who can burn pewter A person burning iron can see translucent blue lines pointing to nearby sources of metal The size and brightness of the line depends on the size and proximity of the metal source All types of metal are shown, not just sources of iron The Allomancer can then mentally yank on one of these lines to Pull that source of metal toward them A Misting who can burn iron is known as a Lurcher IRON (EXTERNAL PHYSICAL PULLING METAL) RIOTER A Misting who can burn brass SEEKER A Misting who can burn bronze SMOKER A Misting who can burn copper SOOTHER A Misting who can burn zinc A person burning iron can see translucent blue lines pointing to nearby sources of metal The size and brightness of the line depends on the size and proximity of the metal source All types of metal are shown, not just sources of steel The Allomancer can then mentally Push on one of these lines to send that source of metal away from them A Misting who can burn steel is known as a Coinshot STEEL (EXTERNAL PHYSICAL PUSHING METAL) A person burning tin gains enhanced senses They can see farther and smell better, and their sense of touch becomes far more acute This has the side effect of letting them pierce the mists, allowing them to see much farther at night than even their enhanced senses should have let them A Misting who can burn tin is known as a TIN (INTERNAL PHYSICAL PULLING METAL) Tineye TINEYE THUG A Misting who can burn tin A Misting who can burn pewter A person burning brass can Soothe another person’s emotions, dampening them and making particular emotions less powerful A careful Allomancer can Soothe away all emotions but a single one, essentially making a person feel exactly as they wish Zinc, however, does not let that Allomancer read minds or even emotions A Misting who burns zinc is known as a Soother ZINC (EXTERNAL MENTAL PULLING METAL) This is a work of fiction All the characters and events portrayed in this novel are either fictitious or are used fictitiously MISTBORN: THE FINAL EMPIRE Copyright © 2006 by Brandon Sanderson All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form Edited by Moshe Feder Maps by Isaac Stewart A Tor Book Published by Tom Doherty Associates, LLC 175 Fifth Avenue New York, NY 10010 www.tor.com Tor® is a registered trademark of Tom Doherty Associates, LLC Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Sanderson, Brandon Mistborn: the final empire / Brandon Sanderson.—1st ed p cm “A Tom Doherty Associates book.” ISBN: 978-0-765-31178-8 I Title PS3619.A533M57 2006 813'.6—dc22 2005034496 Table of Contents PROLOGUE PART ONE: THE SURVIVOR OF HATHSIN CHAPTER CHAPTER CHAPTER CHAPTER CHAPTER CHAPTER CHAPTER CHAPTER PART TWO: REBELS BENEATH A SKY OF ASH CHAPTER CHAPTER 10 CHAPTER 11 CHAPTER 12 CHAPTER 13 CHAPTER 14 CHAPTER 15 PART THREE: CHILDREN OF A BLEEDING SUN CHAPTER 16 CHAPTER 17 CHAPTER 18 CHAPTER 19 CHAPTER 20 CHAPTER 21 CHAPTER 22 CHAPTER 23 CHAPTER 24 CHAPTER 25 PART FOUR: DANCERS IN A SEA OF MIST CHAPTER 26 CHAPTER 27 CHAPTER 28 CHAPTER 29 CHAPTER 30 CHAPTER 31 CHAPTER 32 CHAPTER 33 CHAPTER 34 PART FIVE: BELIEVERS IN A FORGOTTEN WORLD CHAPTER 35 CHAPTER 36 CHAPTER 37 CHAPTER 38 EPILOGUE ARS ARCANUM ... They say I will hold the future of the entire world on my arms What would they think if they knew that their champion the Hero of Ages, their savior—doubted himself? Perhaps they wouldn’t be shocked... caring for the crops There was a sluggishness to their efforts—but, of course, that was the way of the skaa The peasants were an indolent, unproductive lot They didn’t complain, of course; they knew... as he watched the crowd of lazy skaa, some working with their hoes, others on hands and knees, pushing the ash away from the fledgling crops They didn’t complain They didn’t hope They barely dared