By Brandon Sanderson
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All isn't really good within the Letherii Empire. Rhulad Sengar, the Emperor of 1000 Deaths, spirals into insanity, surrounded by way of sycophants and brokers of his Machiavellian chancellor. in the meantime, the Letherii mystery police behavior a crusade of terror opposed to their very own humans. The Errant, as soon as a farseeing god, is by surprise ignorant of the longer term. Conspiracies seethe through the palace, because the empire - pushed by means of the corrupt and self-interested - edges ever-closer to all-out battle with the neighboring kingdoms. The nice Edur fleet--its warriors chosen from hundreds and hundreds of people--draws nearer. among the warriors are Karsa Orlong and Icarium Lifestealer--each destined to go blades with the emperor himself. That but extra blood is to be spilled is inevitable. .. in contrast backdrop, a band of fugitives search a fashion out of the empire, yet certainly one of them, worry Sengar, needs to locate the soul of Scabandari Bloodeye. it truly is his wish that the soul can help halt the Tiste Edur, and so keep his brother, the emperor. but, touring with them is Scabandari's so much historic foe: Silchas smash, brother of Anomander Rake. And his causes are something yet yes - for the injuries he consists of on his again, made by means of the blades of Scabandari, are nonetheless clean. Fate decrees that there's to be a reckoning, for such bloodshed can't pass unanswered--and will probably be a depending on an unbelievable scale. it is a brutal, harrowing novel of battle, intrigue and darkish, uncontrollable magic; this can be epic myth at its so much imaginitive, storytelling at its so much exciting.
Town of Qushmarrah is uneasy less than the guideline of the Herodians --short, balding males whose armies might by no means have conquered the town had now not the good and evil wizard Narkar been killed and sealed in his fortress; had now not the savage nomad Datars became coat and sided with the invaders; had now not a few traitor opened the citadel to them.
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He just hadn’t realized how incredibly frustrating a parliamentary council would be. He stood up and walked over to get himself some chilled wine. He paused, however, as he glanced out his balcony doors. In the distance, a glowing haze shone through the mists. The campfires of his father’s army. He put down the wine. He was already exhausted, and the alcohol probably wouldn’t help. / can’t afford to fall asleep until I get this father. Elend sighed again, dropping the sheet. The Assembly was only twenty-four men, but getting them to agree on anything was almost more challenging than any of the problems they argued about.
She met his eyes, and he could tell that she wasn’t completely convinced that Straff hadn’t sent the assassins. Elend, however, wasn’t so skeptical. Pretty much every tyrant in the area had tried to take him out at one point or another. Why not Cett? It’s that atium, Elend thought with frustration. He’d never found the Lord Ruler’s cache—but that didn’t stop the despots in the empire from assuming he was hiding it somewhere. “Well, at least your father didn’t send the assassins,” Ham said, ever the optimist.
Well, we knew it would happen eventually. ” Vin asked. ” Elend sighed, then pulled her tight. His new government was supposed to have inherited the Lord Ruler’s atium reserves—a supposed cache of the metal comprising an amazing treasure. Kelsier had counted on his new kingdom holding those riches; he had died expecting it. There was only one problem. Nobody had ever found the reserve. They had found some small bit—the atium that had made up the bracers that the Lord Ruler had used as a Feru-chemical battery to store up age.