Who is the Hero of Ages?
To end the Final Empire and restore freedom, Vin killed the Lord Ruler. But as a result, the Deepness---the lethal form of the ubiquitous mists---is back, along with increasingly heavy ashfalls and ever more powerful earthquakes. Humanity appears to be doomed.
Having escaped death at the climax of The Well of Ascension only by becoming a Mistborn himself, Emperor Elend Venture hopes to find clues left behind by the Lord Ruler that will allow him to save the world. Vin is consumed with guilt at having been tricked into releasing the mystic force known as Ruin from the Well. Ruin wants to end the world, and its near omniscience and ability to warp reality make stopping it seem impossible. She can’t even discuss it with Elend lest Ruin learn their plans!
The conclusion of the Mistborn trilogy fulfills all the promise of the first two books. Revelations abound, connections rooted in early chapters of the series click into place, and surprises, as satisfying as they are stunning, blossom like fireworks to dazzle and delight. It all leads up to a finale unmatched for originality and audacity that will leave readers rubbing their eyes in wonder, as if awaking from an amazing dream.
About the Author
Brandon Sanderson grew up in Lincoln, Nebraska. He lives in Utah with his wife and children and teaches creative writing at Brigham Young University. He is the author of such bestsellers as the Mistborn® trilogy and its sequels, The Alloy of Law, Shadows of Self, and The Bands of Mourning; the Stormlight Archive novels The Way of Kings and Words of Radiance; and other novels, including The Rithmatist and Steelheart. In 2013, he won a Hugo Award for Best Novella for The Emperor's Soul, set in the world of his acclaimed first novel, Elantris. Additionally, he was chosen to complete Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time® sequence. For behind-the-scenes information on all of Brandon Sanderson's books, visit brandonsanderson.com.
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Legacy Of The Survivor
Fatren squinted up at the red sun, which hid behind its perpetual screen of dark haze. Black ash fell lightly from the sky, as it did most days lately. The thick flakes fell straight, the air stagnant and hot, without even a hint of a breeze to lighten Fatren's mood. He sighed, leaning back against the earthen bulwark, looking over Vetitan. His town.
"How long?" he asked.
Druffel scratched his nose. His face was stained black with ash. He hadn't given much thought to hygiene lately. Of course, considering the stress of the last few months, Fatren knew that he himself wasn't much to look at either.
"An hour, maybe," Druffel said, spitting into the dirt of the bulwark.
Fatren sighed, staring up at the falling ash. "Do you think it's true, Druffel? What people are saying?"
"What?" Druffel asked. "That the world is ending?"
"Don't know," Druffel said. "Don't really care."
"How can you say that?"
Druffel shrugged, scratching himself. "Soon as those koloss arrive, I'll be dead. That's pretty much the end of the world for me."
Fatren fell silent. He didn't like to voice his doubts; he was supposed to be the strong one. When the lords had left the town—a farming community, slightly more urban than a northern plantation—Fatren had been the one who had convinced the skaa to go ahead with their planting. Fatren had been the one to keep the press gangs away. In a time when most villages and plantations had lost every able- bodied man to one army or another, Vetitan still had a working population. It had cost much of their crops in bribes, but Fatren had kept the people safe.
"The mists didn't leave until noon today," Fatren said quietly. "They're staying later and later. You've seen the crops, Druff. They're not doing well—not enough sunlight, I'd guess. We won't have food to eat this winter."
"We won't last 'til winter," Druffel said. "Won't last 'til nightfall."
The sad thing—the thing that was really disheartening—was that Druffel had once been the optimist. Fatren hadn't heard his brother laugh in months. That laughter had been Fatren's favorite sound.
Even the Lord Ruler's mills weren't able to grind Druff's laughter out of him, Fatren thought. But these last two years have.
"Fats!" a voice called. "Fats!"
Fatren looked up as a young boy scrambled along the side of the bulwark. They'd barely finished the fortification—it had been Druffel's idea, back before he'd really given up. Their town contained some seven thousand people, which made it fairly large. It had taken a great deal of work to surround the entire thing with a defensive mound.
Fatren had barely a thousand real soldiers—it had been very hard to gather that many from such a small population—with maybe another thousand men who were too young, too old, or too unskilled to fight well. He didn't really know how big the koloss army was, but it was bound to be larger than two thousand. A bulwark was going to be of very little use.
The boy—Sev—finally puffed up to Fatren. "Fats!" Sev said. "Someone's coming!"
"Already?" Fatren asked. "Druff said the koloss were still a while away!"
"Not a koloss, Fats," the boy said. "A man. Come see!"
Fatren turned to Druff, who wiped his nose and shrugged. They followed Sev around the inside of the bulwark, toward the front gate. Ash and dust swirled on the packed earth, piling in corners, drifting. There hadn't been much time for cleaning lately. The women had to work the fields while the men trained and made war preparations.
War preparations. Fatren told himself that he had a force of two thousand "soldiers," but what he really had were a thousand skaa peasants with swords. They'd had two years of training, true, but they had very little real fighting experience.
A group of men clustered around the front gates, standing on the bulwark or leaning against its side. Maybe I was wrong to spend so much of our resources training soldiers, Fatren thought. If those thousand men had worked the mines instead, we'd have some ore for bribes.
Except, koloss didn't take bribes. They just killed. Fatren shuddered, thinking of Garthwood. That city had been bigger than his own, but fewer than a hundred survivors had made their way to Vetitan. That had been three months ago. He'd hoped, irrationally, that the koloss would be satisfied with destroying that city.
He should have known better. Koloss were never satisfied.
Fatren climbed up to the top of the bulwark, and soldiers in patched clothing and bits of leather made way for him. He peered through the falling ash across a dark landscape that looked as if it were blanketed in deep black snow.
A lone rider approached, wearing a dark, hooded cloak.
"What do you think, Fats?" one of the soldiers asked.
Fatren snorted. "Koloss wouldn't send a scout, especially not a human one."
"He has a horse," Druffel said with a grunt. "We could use another of those." The city only had five. All were suffering from malnutrition.
"Merchant," one of the soldiers said.
"No wares," Fatren said. "And it would take a brave merchant to travel these parts alone."
"I've never seen a refugee with a horse," one of the men said. He raised a bow, looking at Fatren.
Fatren shook his head. Nobody fired as the stranger rode up, moving at an unhurried pace. He stopped his mount directly before the city gates. Fatren was proud of those. Real, true wooden gates mounted in the earthen bulwark. He'd gotten both wood and fine stone from the lord's manor at the city center.
Very little of the stranger was visible beneath the thick, dark cloak he wore to protect himself from the ash. Fatren looked over the top of the bulwark, studying the stranger, and then he glanced up at his brother, shrugging. The ash fell silently.
The stranger leaped from his horse.
He shot straight upward, as if propelled from beneath, cloak whipping free as he soared. Underneath it, he wore a uniform of brilliant white.
Fatren cursed, jumping backward as the stranger crested the top of the bulwark and landed on the top of the wooden gate itself. The man was an Allomancer. A nobleman. Fatren had hoped those would all stick to their squabbles in the North and leave his people in peace.
Or, at least, their peaceful deaths.
The newcomer turned. He wore a short beard, and had his dark hair shorn close. "All right, men," he said, striding across the top of the gate with an unnatural sense of balance, "we don't have much time. Let's get to work." He stepped off the gate onto the bulwark. Immediately, Druffel pulled his sword on the newcomer.
The sword jerked from Druffel's hand, yanked into the air by an unseen force. The stranger snatched the weapon as it passed his head. He flipped the sword around, inspecting it. "Good steel," he said, nodding. "I'm impressed. How many of your soldiers are this well equipped?" He flipped the weapon in his hand, handing it back toward Druffel hilt- first.
Druffel glanced at Fatren, confused.
"Who are you, stranger?" Fatren demanded with as much courage as he could muster. He didn't know a lot about Allomancy, but he was pretty certain this man was Mistborn. The stranger could probably kill everyone atop the bulwark with barely a thought.
The stranger ignored the question, turning to scan the city. "This bulwark goes around the entire perimeter of the city?" he asked, turning toward one of the soldiers.
"Um . . . yes, my lord," the man said.
"How many gates are there?"
"Just the one, my lord."
"Open the gate and bring my horse in," the newcomer said. "I assume you have stables?"
"Yes, my lord," the soldier said.
Well, Fatren thought with dissatisfaction as the soldier ran off, this newcomer certainly knows how to command people. Fatren's soldier didn't even pause to think that he was obeying a stranger without asking for permission. Fatren could already see the other soldiers straightening a bit, losing their wariness. This newcomer talked like he expected to be obeyed, and the soldiers were responding. This wasn't a nobleman like the ones Fatren had known back when he was a house hold servant at the lord's manor. This man was different.
The stranger continued his contemplation of the city. Ash fell on his beautiful white uniform, and Fatren thought it a shame to see the garment being dirtied. The newcomer nodded to himself, then began to walk down the side of the bulwark.
"Wait," Fatren said, causing the stranger to pause. "Who are you?"
The newcomer turned, meeting Fatren's eyes. "My name is Elend Venture. I'm your emperor."
With that, the man turned and continued down the embankment. The soldiers made way for him; then many of them followed behind.
Fatren glanced at his brother.
"Emperor?" Druffel muttered, then spat.
Fatren agreed with the sentiment. What to do? He'd never fought an Allomancer before; he wasn't even certain how to begin. The "emperor" had certainly disarmed Druffel easily enough.
"Organize the people of the city," the stranger—Elend Venture—said from ahead. "The koloss will come from the north—they'll ignore the gate, climbing over the bulwark. I want the children and the elderly concentrated in the southernmost part of the city. Pack them together in as few buildings as possible."
"What good will that do?" Fatren demanded. He hurried after the "emperor"—he didn't really see any other option.
"The koloss are most dangerous when they're in a blood frenzy," Venture said, continuing to walk. "If they do take the city, then you want them to spend as long as possible searching for your people. If the koloss frenzy wears off while they search, they'll grow frustrated and turn to looting. Then your people might be able to sneak away without being chased."
Venture paused, then turned to meet Fatren's eyes. The stranger's expression was grim. "It's a slim hope. But, it's something." With that, he resumed his pace, walking down the city's main thoroughfare.
From behind, Fatren could hear the soldiers whispering. They'd all heard of a man named Elend Venture. He was the one who had seized power in Luthadel after the Lord Ruler's death over two years before. News from up north was scarce and unreliable, but most of it mentioned Venture. He had fought off all rivals to the throne, even killing his own father. He'd hidden his nature as a Mistborn, and was supposedly married to the very woman who had slain the Lord Ruler. Fatren doubted that such an important man—one who was likely more legend than fact—had made his way to such a humble city in the Southern Dominance, especially unaccompanied. Even the mines weren't worth much anymore. The stranger had to be lying.
But . . . he was obviously an Allomancer . . .
Fatren hurried to keep up with the stranger. Venture—or whoever he was—paused in front of a large structure near the center of the city. The old offices of the Steel Ministry. Fatren had ordered the doors and windows boarded up.
"You found the weapons in there?" Venture asked, turning toward Fatren.
Fatren stood for a moment. Then, finally, shook his head. "From the lord's mansion."
"He left weapons behind?" Venture asked with surprise.
"We think he intended to come back for them," Fatren said. "The soldiers he left eventually deserted, joining a passing army. They took what they could carry. We scavenged the rest."
Venture nodded to himself, rubbing his bearded chin in thought as he stared at the old Ministry building. It was tall and ominous, despite—or perhaps because of—its disuse. "Your men look well trained. I didn't expect that. Do any of them have battle experience?"
Druffel snorted quietly, indicating that he thought this stranger had no business being so nosy.
"Our men have fought enough to be dangerous, stranger," Fatren said. "Some bandits thought to take rule of the city from us. They assumed we were weak, and would be easily cowed."
If the stranger saw the words as a threat, he didn't show it. He simply nodded. "Have any of you fought koloss?"
Fatren shared a look with Druffel. "Men who fight koloss don't live, stranger," he finally said.
"If that were true," Venture said, "I'd be dead a dozen times over." He turned to face the growing crowd of soldiers and townspeople. "I'll teach you what I can about fighting koloss, but we don't have much time. I want captains and squad leaders organized at the city gate in ten minutes. Regular soldiers are to form up in ranks along the bulwark—I'll teach the squad leaders and captains a few tricks, then they can carry the tips to their men." Some of the soldiers moved, but—to their credit—most of them stayed where they were. The newcomer didn't seem offended that his orders weren't obeyed. He stood quietly, staring down the armed crowd. He didn't seem frightened, nor did he seem angry or disapproving. He just seemed . . . regal.
"My lord," one of the soldier captains finally asked. "Did you . . . bring an army with you to help us?"
"I brought two, actually," Venture said. "But we don't have time to wait for them." He met Fatren's eyes. "You wrote and asked for my help. And, as your liege, I've come to give it. Do you still want it?"
Fatren frowned. He'd never asked this man—or any lord—for help. He opened his mouth to object, but paused. He'll let me pretend that I sent for him, Fatren thought. Act like this was part of the plan all along. I could give up rule here without looking like a failure.
We're going to die. But, looking into this man's eyes, I can almost believe that we have a chance.
"I . . . didn't expect you to come alone, my lord," Fatren found himself saying. "I was surprised to see you."
Venture nodded. "That is understandable. Come, let's talk tactics while your soldiers gather."
"Very well," Fatren said. As he stepped forward, however, Druffel caught his arm.
"What are you doing?" his brother hissed. "You sent for this man? I don't believe it."
"Gather the soldiers, Druff," Fatren said. Druffel stood for a moment, then swore quietly and stalked away. He didn't look like he had any intention of gathering the soldiers, so Fatren waved for two of his captains to do it. That done, he joined Venture, and the two walked back toward the gates, Venture ordering a few soldiers to walk ahead of them and keep people back so that he and Fatren could speak more privately. Ash continued to fall from the sky, dusting the street black, clustering atop the city's stooped, one-story buildings.
"Who are you?" Fatren asked quietly.
"I am who I said," Venture said.
"I don't believe you."
"But you trust me," Venture said.
"No. I just don't want to argue with an Allomancer."
"That's good enough, for now," Venture said. "Look, friend, you have ten thousand koloss marching on your city. You need what ever help you can get."
Ten thousand? Fatren thought, feeling stupefied.
"You're in charge of this city, I assume?" Venture asked.
Fatren shook out of his stupor. "Yes," he said. "My name is Fatren."
"All right, Lord Fatren, we—"
"I'm no lord," Fatren said.
"Well, you just became one," Venture said. "You can choose a surname later. Now, before we continue, you need to know my conditions for helping you."
"What kind of conditions?"
"The nonnegotiable kind," Venture said. "If we win, you'll swear fealty to me."
Fatren frowned, stopping in the street. Ash fell around him. "So that's it? You saunter in before a fight, claiming to be some high lord, so you can take credit for our victory? Why should I swear fealty to a man I only met a few minutes before?"
"Because if you don't," Venture said quietly, "I'll just take command anyway." Then he continued to walk.
Fatren stood for a moment; then he rushed forward and caught up to Venture. "Oh, I see. Even if we survive this battle, we'll end up ruled by a tyrant."
"Yes," Venture said.
Fatren frowned. He hadn't expected the man to be so blunt.
Venture shook his head, regarding the city through the falling ash. "I used to think that I could do things differently. And, I still believe that I'll be able to, someday. But, for now, I don't have a choice. I need your soldiers and I need your city."
"My city?" Fatren asked, frowning. "Why?"
Venture held up a finger. "We have to survive this battle first," he said. "We'll get to other things later."
Fatren paused, and was surprised to realize that he did trust the stranger. He couldn't have explained exactly why he felt that way. This was simply a man to follow—a leader such as Fatren had always wanted to be.
Venture didn't wait for Fatren to agree to the "conditions." It wasn't an offer, but an ultimatum. Fatren hurried to catch up again as Venture entered the small square in front of the city gates. Soldiers bustled about. None of them wore uniforms—their only method of distinguishing a captain from a regular soldier was a red band tied around the arm. Venture hadn't given them much time to gather—but, then, they all knew the city was about to be attacked. They had been gathered anyway.
"Time is short," Venture repeated in a loud voice. "I can teach you only a few things, but they will make a difference.
"Koloss range in size from small ones that are about five feet tall to the huge ones, which are about twelve feet tall. However, even the little ones are going to be stronger than you are. Expect that. Fortunately, the creatures fight without coordination between individuals. If a koloss's comrade is in trouble, he won't bother to help.
"They attack directly, without guile, and try to use blunt force to overwhelm. Don't let them! Tell your men to gang up on individual koloss—two men for the small ones, three or four for the big ones. We won't be able to maintain a very large front, but that will keep us alive the longest.
"Don't worry about creatures that get around our line and enter the city—we'll have the civilians hidden at the very back of your town, and the koloss who bypass our line might turn to pillaging, leaving others to fight alone. That's what we want! Don't chase them down into the city. Your families will be safe.
"If you're fighting a big koloss, attack the legs, bring it down before you go for the kill. If you're fighting a small one, make certain your sword or spear doesn't get caught in their loose skin. Understand that koloss aren't stupid— they're just unsophisticated. Predictable. They'll come at you the easiest way possible, and attack only in the most direct manner.
"The most important thing for you to understand is that they can be beaten. We'll do it today. Don't let yourselves become intimidated! Fight with coordination, keep your heads, and I promise you that we will survive."
The soldier captains stood in a small cluster, looking at Venture. They didn't cheer at the speech, but they did seem a little more confident. They moved off to pass on Venture's instructions to their men.
Fatren approached the emperor quietly. "If your count is correct, they outnumber us five to one."
"They're bigger, stronger, and better trained than we are."
Venture nodded again.
"We're doomed, then." Venture finally looked at Fatren, frowning, black ash dusting his shoulders. "You're not doomed. You have something they don't—something very important."
Venture met his eyes. "You have me."
"My lord emperor!" a voice called from atop the bulwark. "Koloss sighted!"
They already call to him first, Fatren thought. Fatren wasn't certain whether to be insulted or impressed.
Venture immediately jumped up to the top of the bulwark, using his Allomancy to cross the distance in a quick bound. Most of the soldiers stooped or hid behind the top of the fortification, keeping a low profile despite the distance of their enemies. Venture, however, stood proud in his white cape and uniform, shading his eyes, squinting toward the horizon.
"They're setting up camp," he said, smiling. "Good. Lord Fatren, prepare the men for an assault."
"An assault?" Fatren asked, scrambling up behind Venture.
The emperor nodded. "The koloss will be tired from marching, and will be distracted by making camp. We'll never have a better opportunity to attack them."
"But, we're on the defensive!"
Venture shook his head. "If we wait, they'll eventually whip themselves into a blood frenzy, then come against us. We need to attack, rather than just wait to be slaughtered."
"And abandon the bulwark?"
"The fortification is impressive, Lord Fatren, but ultimately useless. You don't have the numbers to defend the entire perimeter, and the koloss are generally taller and more stable than men. They'll just take the bulwark from you, then hold the high ground as they push down into the city."
Venture looked at him. His eyes were calm, but his gaze was firm and expectant. The message was simple. I am in charge now. There would be no more arguing.
"Yes, my lord," Fatren said, calling over messengers to pass the orders.
Venture stood watching as the messenger boys dashed off. There seemed to be some confusion among the men—they weren't expecting to attack. More and more eyes turned toward Venture, standing tall atop the bulwark.
He really does look like an emperor, Fatren thought despite himself.
The orders moved down the line. Time passed. Finally, the entire army was watching. Venture pulled out his sword and held it high in the ash- scattered sky. Then, he took off down the bulwark in an inhumanly quick dash, charging toward the koloss camp.
For a moment, he ran alone. Then, surprising himself, Fatren gritted his teeth against shaking nerves and followed.
The bulwark exploded with motion, the soldiers charging with a collective yell, running toward death with their weapons held high.
Holding the power did strange things to my mind. In just a few moments, I became familiar with the power itself, with its history, and with the ways it might be used.
Yet, this knowledge was different from experience, or even ability to use that power. For instance, I knew how to move a planet in the sky. Yet, I didn't know where to place it so that it wouldn't be too close, or too far, from the sun.
Excerpted from The Hero Of Ages: Book Three Of Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson.
Copyright © 2008 by Brandon Sanderson.
Published in May 2009 by Tom Doherty Associates, LLC.
All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.
Table of Contents
PART ONE: Legacy of the Survivor,
PART TWO: Cloth and Glass,
PART THREE: The Broken Skies,
PART FOUR: Beautiful Destroyer,
PART FIVE: Trust,
1. Metals Quick Reference Chart,
2. Names and Terms,
3. Summary of Book One,
4. Summary of Book Two,
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I have read hundreds and hundreds of books over the years. I can honestly say, that the Mistborn trilogy stands out as one of the best series I have read. The conclusion of this trilogy literally left me with goose bumps. As Vin, Sazed, Elend, and company fight a war that seems all but over, the thrilling triumph at the end was amazingly original and powerful. I would highly recommend this series to anyone who is a fan of Science-Fiction/ Fantasy. I eagerly await more stories for the world of the Mistborn. The setting, plot, and magic system in this series are all original and well thought out and could very well be the base for a spin-off role-playing game of it's own. I give this series, and especially it's conclusion a definite 5-stars. With his Mistborn series, Sanderson joins the ranks of George R. R. Martin, Terry Brooks, Raymond Feist, and other great Fantasy authors. A definite must read!
The title says it all. Mr. Sanderson had my jaw on the floor with this ending. He closed many of the questions I had asked in the first few books and was nice enough to hint at new ones. This is the first book series that ever left me in joy/sadness tears at the end
A fantastic, original story that delivers in every way.
The thing I love about Sanderson's writing is that the worlds he creates (this series and Elantris) are solid and believable. His characters are rich and complex. At the first couple of references to Kelsier in this book, I was surprised to find myself getting misty (I haven't had a character do that to me since Druss the Legend, lol).
There are a couple of chapters mid-book that are kind of slow; I think this is a common pitfall that many authors fall into (those who write series), in that they have to "catch up" the new readers to the series with background information that isn't always included in the synopsis.
There were book summaries for both one and two, but they were located in the back of the book rather than in the front. Odd.
The book, overall, was a joy to read. Beautifully written, it had everything that one looks for when reading this, or any genre.
The whole Mistborn series is a fantastic series but i really like the 3rd book, "The Hero of Ages". It just ties everything together in a unexpected but exiting way. You find out that there is a whole different evil force that they have to overcome and defeat. Some of the characters that weren't as important in the beginning of the series begin to shine and become leaders and and experience a huge character growth that you didn't know they had it in them. You find out about more "magic" and realization hits you hard when the pieces to the puzzle start to fit together. The Mistborn series goes into great detail and Brandon Sanderson just does a great job of making the story appear in your mind with new ideas and different powers that you want so bad. There are lots of ups and downs that make you and break you but never enough to push you away, just to keep you on your toes. Sadly, most of the characters go through some rough times near the end but it is amazing to see them pull through. These characters have so many characteristics and feelings and the story just feels real. I would recommend this series to anyone and everyone that loves to read.
I'll admit it was hard to get into the first book but after i did i couldnt put them down and for once i was caught completly by suprise at the end i never saw it coming! i can't wait to reah the 4th book and see where he takes the series next :)
Great read. I particularly enjoyed the theological musings.
I just loved this entire series. Brandon Sanderson does a wonderful job clarifing everything. Although I wish certain people didn't die, I am satisfied with the way it all happened and how the Hero of Ages helps everyone! The only downfall I had in this entire series was the lack of humor. It was a very serious story thoughout. Nevertheless, wonderfully written! Does Not leave you hanging or in doubt about what happened. That is a huge plus!
I liked the first book very much though i wasn't completely engulfed in it..the 2nd book i was only mildly interested until the last 200 or so pages which is where it got really interesting. but The Hero of Ages literally blew me away. It was at no point predictable. everytime i thought i knew..i was wrong. from start to finish i literally could not put this book down. i found myself thinking about it when i wasnt able to read lol it was that good. Sanderson's belief's really came through in this one and whether you're a believer or not...The ending is so powerful it may just bring you to tears....
WOW! I have to say this was one of the best Fantasy/Adventure series I have read in a long long time. The magic system is intrigueing, the characters believable and there are contunious twists and turns to keep even the most ardent James Patterson fan hopping. Best of all the end gives you everything, sad,happy,supprised and satisfied. This is a MUST series you will read again and again. Thank you Brandon Sanderson I am off to seek out more of your writing.
As with their first success in defeating evil (see MISTBORN) Emperor Elend Venture and his mage wife Vin thought they were bringing peace to the reign, but they are proved wrong when the foreign armies invaded and opened up the WELL OF ASCENSION. Once again they thought they triumphed over evil, but they are proved wrong again. To close THE WELL OF ASCENSION, they inadvertently liberate Ruin, the malevolent spirit who simply wants to destroy the world. Elend and Vin struggle to prevent this from happening, but also must contend with other evil killers allied with Ruin. They must defeat the lethal Inquisitors, the Deepness deadly mists and the black ash inundating the land and suffocating the crops. Even more desperate than ever, the duo knows their only hope is to find the cache of Mistborn energies atium brilliantly hidden by Elend¿s late predecessor as emperor. --- For every action there is a reaction with the latter at times leading to unintended consequences is the basic underlying principal of the superb Mistborn fantasy trilogy. The story line is fast-paced, filled with stunning plausible twists and an incredible unexpected finish. Readers will appreciate the entire saga as Brandon Sanderson will have his audience applying the overarching theme to the real world. --- Harriet Klausner
Brandon Sanderson never lets his readers down. The Hero of Ages is filled with exciting action, unexpected twists , and honest love of a kind not seen much lately. If you haven’t read the whole series, he’ll catch you up enough to enjoy this book. If you have read it, this book fulfills all of the questions left unanswered by the last. The Hero of Ages, and indeed the Mistborn Series, will leave you breathless and longing for the next installment!
The dramatic conclusion. The focus shifts to include several of the minor characters as main characters which I quite enjoyed. Also the extent of the world mythology and the magic system are very complexly explored without getting into too many info dumps.
a brilliant conclusion to an even greater trilogy!! Sanderson has more turns than a mountain road, but he doesn't go over the edge except for one time when I think one of the characters could/should have been killed earlier but was left in for a nice plot twist.
The final book of the Mistborn trilogy, and what a ride it's been! I'm not going to summarize the story much here. If you are to book three, you know what to expect by now. And really you should already be reading the novel, not Librarything reviews.If you thought book two was awesome, but slightly slow like I did, fear not. The final chapter is back to the same level of mystery and intrigue and the same combination of traditional and original fantasy tropes. Sanderson created his own world and his own magic system in a way few other fantasy authors have accomplished, especially in recent years. In the final chapter, a lot of characters come into their own as well. Spook and Elend turn from mildly annoying, to two of the most interesting characters in the whole series. Sazed goes through a personal struggle I found tedious, but when you reach the ending, is absolutely essential to his character. Even Kelsier, the real Kelsier, makes an appearance if you look closely enough. The ending is not even close to what I would have expected. But given everything else that has happened, you are capable of figuring it out. It isn't a complete ending and a satisfying one, even if it is bittersweet.Final word: The Hero of Ages is a worthy ending to what should be regarded as the most original fantasy series of the last decade.
The Lord Ruler is dead and Ruin has been freed from his earthly prison to continue his plight to destroy the world. Ash now falls on the land so heavily that crops can no longer grow. Earthquakes and volcanoes ravage the landscape. The mist which was once confined to the evening sky flows throughout the day seeking out and ending the lives of many. Elend and Vin travel the world on a quest to unravel the mysteries of the Lord Ruler's contingency plan that was set in motion over 1000 years ago in hopes that they may find a way to stop Ruin and Preserve humanity.The third novel in the Mistborn trilogy brings gratifying resolutions to the many story-lines, characters and open questions left unanswered in the previous two novels. Brandon Sanderson has crafted a masterful universe in the Mistborn series with a unique magic system that evolves throughout the novels and characters that grow as their worldview expands. Mistborn is a series that should not be missed.
I think I¿ve finally been able to put my finger on what¿s so compelling about this trilogy. If you¿ve ever read early Asimov novels, you¿ll realize they¿re essentially good mystery-adventure stories that happen to be set in space. Well, strip away all the fantasy elements of Sanderson¿s novels and you¿re left with a good solid mystery story. While I cared somewhat about the characters, I was more interested in uncovering the meaning of prophecy and revealing the hidden secrets of their metal-based magic system.The Hero of Ages is a suitable ending for this epic adventure. Every time you think there¿s nothing greater to be learned or gained, Sanderson reveals another level of power and oversight. (If that sentence doesn¿t make sense, it¿s because I¿m trying to write the review without giving away too much!)I started this series because Sanderson did such a great job with the first Robert Jordan novel he was assigned. I continued reading it because I wanted to see where the story went. Now, I¿m hooked on Sanderson¿s style of fantasy writing. All I have to do is decide which of his works to read next!
A great series with a unique 'power' angle. I am so glad that the 'Wheel of Time' brought this author to my attention. This one is a 4 1/2 vs. a 5 because the final pages were a bit lame....
This was an incredible ending to a series. Brandon Sanderson is quickly becoming one of my favorite fantasy authors. His Mistborn trilogy here is one of the best fantasy trilogies I¿ve ever read (and that¿s saying a lot) and this is by far the best series I¿ve read this year (and this final novel in the trilogy is the best book of the year so far). I read the first book, Mistborn ¿ The Final Empire, back in February of this year and while it was a good novel, I did find it a bit hard to read and it¿s pacing was a bit slow. In fact, while I mentioned in my review of that book that I was looking forward to the next book, it still took me until October to start book two as I was afraid of getting started on something that was going to be a ton of work to read.Book two, The Well of Ascension, began to increase the pace of the novels and everything about book one, the pacing, the character building, the political intrigue, became so much more understandable in the light of reading book two. This quickly became my favorite book of the year (stealing that title from The Final Empire)¿..until book three that is.Once I began book three I soon realized that I was in for a ride and that this would be a real hard one to put down. It explained most of the mysteries that were created in the first two books, leaving enough unanswered to provide room for sequels (which I understand are being written now around the final Wheel of Time novel). I can¿t begin to explain the complexities of this world for fear of giving away too many secrets, but while the complex world is evident, Brandon has a way of making it all understandable and ¿obvious.¿ Character building is perhaps one of Brandon¿s strongest skills. Character evolution carries through all three books and you¿ll be in for a few surprises along the way.I can¿t speak highly enough of this work and look forward to future novels in the Mistborn world. While this is epic fantasy at it¿s highest, some other ¿species¿ that play an important role (ok so no elves, dwarves and the like and the ¿other¿ species are so important and make perfect sense in this world), and a magic system that makes sense, I truly think that there is so much here that even non-fantasy fans will enjoy this.It may sound like I¿m gushing and perhaps I am, but this is that good.
The final chapter in an excellent epic fantasy trilogy with interesting characters, an engaging plot and plenty of twists and turns to keep you on your toes until the very end.
This is the third and final book in the Mistborn Trilogy. It was a wonderful conclusion to this epic fantasy and I really enjoyed it.Elend and Vin have left the city of Luthadel to find the remaining hidden caches of the Lord Ruler in hopes that these caches will give some hints as to how to save the land. The mists that have been consuming the land are getting worse and claiming more lives every day. But it is the falling Ash that will be the end of the people, as it covers the land and blocks out the sun things are getting more and more desperate. Elend, Vin, and their crew are up for their greatest challenge yet...how do you stop a God of Ruin from destroying your world?If you liked the first two books you will enjoy this one. Many of the small events that didn't quite make sense in the first books are all drawn together in this book. There is a lot of war, strategy, and explanation behind the origins of the metal based magics. We also get a lot of explanation into how the different races were created. The theme that seems to underlay this book is one of faith; faith in each other and in our beliefs.There is significantly less characterization in this book and the reader is switched between four or five different points of view throughout the story. This doesn't detract from the story though, although the book does get a bit slow mid-way through it quickly picks up pace again. In the end this book features Spook and Sazed more than Vin and Elend, although Vin and Elend still play prominent roles throughout.All in all it tied up the series nicely. The plot kept me guessing and took twists and turns that were unexpected, which was refreshing. The way everything tied together was masterful and intricate. Sanderson is an excellent writer and this book shows that. The ending was definitely bittersweet and may bring on a few tears and sniffles.Overall another exceptional book by Sanderson. I look forward to reading more books from him in the future! I have The Way of Kings on my shelf waiting for me to pick it up.
Very imaginative science fiction. Well written, although it's obvious that Sanderson has refined his craft since he wrote this series.
My jaw is still hanging open, not at the ending so much as how the million-piece jigsaw puzzle actually came together with all pieces in place. Fantastic series--it's only flaw in my opinion is that the emotional impact of the ending was a bit lackluster. Kind'a the opposite of the LOST finale.
Jul10:Still a good book. Just not as good as the prior ones for me. Got a little too metaphysical. I mean, once you make the main characters supermen, it gets tough to give them a challenge.Plot: There were still a couple nice tweaks. But much of it was just not as 'pizazz' as the first two books.Characters: I really liked the dog. The other old characters still carried it well. It just seemed that there weren't as many of them as before.Style: Still good. Getting a little tired at this point.
Sanderson started this trilogy strong... and ended it even stronger. Since some of you may not have begun the series yet, I don't want to give a plot synopsis here, as it might spoil some of the surprises in the first two books.Suffice it to say, he ended the series by keeping all the promises he made the reader in books one and two.The ending of this book took me through several stages before I could sit back and say "yes, that was good", however. I went through: Shock, Dismay, Frustration, Anger, Sadness, Understanding, Acceptance, and finally, Satisfaction.It all came together in the end. Be warned, don't throw the book down when the moments of frustration come... read right until the end, and it will all make sense, and you'll be nodding your head, thinking "yes... of course it had to happen this way."I was very pleased with the trilogy as a whole, and am very excited to hear that Sanderson has a new series coming out this fall. In the meantime, I need to track down a copy of his stand-alone Warbreaker -- there's a few teaser pages of it at the end of my Hero of Ages copy, so now I have to read it!No complaints there, however :)
I can't say enough good things about this book. I was just BLOWN AWAY by it. Brandon is one hell of a writer. I am trying to get through the Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan just to see what Brandon can do with it. But onto The Hero, all plot points were wrapped up in a great way. I thought this series ended well with a few more deaths. I like it when characters i care for do end up dead. You can't go through a few battles with out someone dying. We finally discover what the Hero of the Ages is supposed to do, and what the Mist is for. If only the main characters had a better way to communicate from long distances, they could have figured things out sooner. Each one understood a bit of something that the others didn't get to discover. I also like that we were finally taken out of the capital city and got to see allot of other places. The other cities shown were very well developed and we got to experience different types of city architecture. That benefits the writing when a city is under siege there are different ways to protect it. All in all you MUST READ THIS SERIES!!! You can't go wrong with it.