The Lost Metal: A Mistborn Novel

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Now, let’s get into a bit more of the nitty-gritty, and go over what we liked—and didn’t like— specifically, starting with the very best bits… Bittersweet Ending: Equally heavy on the bitter and the sweet. Wayne dies disarming the harmonium-trellium nuke, but dies a hero finally at peace with himself. Civil war with the rest of the Basin cities has been averted, but the problems that lead to it still somewhat remain. The Malwish retake the Bands of Mourning and close off most channels with the Basin, implying Scadrial is about to enter its equivalent of the Cold War. Autonomy agrees to leave the planet and Harmony alone... for now, and it's implied that other forces and Shards out in the Cosmere are still VERY interested in Scadrial. Wax is finally allowed to retire from Harmony's service, but Harmony's Shards are starting to become more at odds with one another. Harmony nevertheless agrees to help Kelsier start advancing Scadrial's technology to better prepare itself for the wider Cosmere.

Hour Superpower: Wax and Wayne use Hemalurgic spikes taken from the bodies of Set agents to give Wax the power to use durulumin and Wayne the power to steelpush. At the end of the book, Wayne ingests lerasium to become a Mistborn to perform his Heroic Sacrifice, while Harmony implies that Wax unknowingly became a Mistborn himself at the start of the book when he unknowingly created and ingested lerasium during his attempt to split harmonium. After Wax discovers a new type of explosive that can unleash unprecedented destruction and realizes that the Set must already have it, an immortal kandra serving Scadrial’s god, Harmony, reveals that Bilming has fallen under the influence of another god: Trell, worshipped by the Set. And Trell isn’t the only factor at play from the larger Cosmere—Marasi is recruited by offworlders with strange abilities who claim their goal is to protect Scadrial… at any cost. Wayne sometimes pretended he was a hero. Some rusting old figure from the stories, off in some nonsense quest about slaying a monster or traveling to Death’s domain.” But this underlines why everyone outside Elendel is so frustrated with us! The revolutionaries in the other cities wouldn’t have gotten so far without the support of their people. If the average person living outside Elendel weren’t so damned angry about our trade policies and general arrogance, we wouldn’t be in this position. Lyn: 100% agree. Wayne was far and away my favorite part of this book…fitting, as it was his swan song. He really shone here, and I think this was such a perfect send-off for him as a character.Poor sod’s got a great hand,” Wayne whispered. “One in a million. And he’s playin’ against his broke buddy on guard duty? Rusting waste of a full-on Survivor’s suite…” Sure it is,” Wayne said. “If that’s the guy payin’ them, those other sods got no reason to keep fightin’.” Secretly Wealthy: Wayne has become this by the time of the Grand Finale. His investments into early electric companies have proven fruitful, and he turns out to have some Hidden Depths when it comes to business. It's implied that he'll be responsible for funding Scadrial's first organized sporting league, just furthering his wealth. Amusingly, every time he is finding a new venture, he is actively trying to go broke, seeing himself as not the right person to be rich, only to fail spectacularly. By the time of his death, his accountants estimate that he's the fourth richest person in the entire city. It also gets played for some comedy after Wayne's death. He uses one of his accounts to set up and bankroll a series of posthumous practical jokes to play on Wax, Steris, and Marasi. The 'campaign' is still ongoing two years after Wayne's death, leaving everybody resigned to the likelihood that with that kind of funding, Wayne will go on posthumously pranking them all indefinitely. Varlance finally nodded to his vice governor, a Terriswoman. She had curly dark hair and a traditional robe; Wax thought he’d known her in the Village, but it could have been her sister, and he’d never come up with a good way to ask. Regardless, it looked respectable to have a Terris person on staff. Most governors appointed one to a high position in their cabinet—almost as if the Terris were another medal to display.

Crippling Overspecialization: Dumand and Getruda. They are each heavily trained to fight their own good counterpart, but not each other's.Fair enough. Number two: Ask a woman how much she weighs. Then lift her. She’ll have increased in weight. Feruchemists, every one.” After the events of The Bands of Mourning, the Basin managed to avoid immediate civil war—but that does not mean all is done. Now, years later, Lord Waxilium Ladrian finds himself fighting hard in the legislature, struggling against both the Set's machinations and the nobility's own fear and stubbornness. He tries, and fails, to defeat a bill that will grant the Governor of Elendel complete authority over the entire Basin... without any say from anyone outside the city. Two of them voted for the bill, along with multiple others that he’d been uncertain about. Wax felt a sinking feeling, worse than being shot, as the vote proceeded—and eventually landed at 122 for, 118 against. Jak was a better shot,” she whispered. “When Gud the Killer sighted on him, Jak shot him first—clean across the river.”

Cryptically Unhelpful Answer: Lampshaded and averted by Harmony towards Wax about Trell, or rather Auto nomy. Harmony notes he's trying to be a bit more straightforward about things now. If you enjoy Sanderson’s other books, you’re probably going to like this one, though I have heard some say that the setting doesn’t work for them, as it’s not your typical high fantasy setting. That’s very much a “your mileage may vary” opinion though. Wrong Context Magic: The Scadrians get their first exposure to forgery, AonDor, and the aetherbound, invested arts that originate in other worlds. Moonlight makes clear that they're not magic, they just work in different ways than allomancy and feruchemy. His mother leaned forward, wagging her spoon toward him as she spoke. “He was the worst of them all, Wayne. Baddest, meanest, stinkiest bandit. He never bathed.” No,” Ma said. “It tried to swallow him. But Jak, he wasn’t only smart and a good shot. He was something else.”

Well-Intentioned Extremist: Some members of the Set turn out to be this, wishing to take over the world by any means necessary on Autonomy's behalf, so she will not just destroy the planet outright.

After Wax discovers a new type of explosive that can unleash unprecedented destruction and realizes that the Set must already have it, an immortal kandra serving Scadrial’s god, Harmony, reveals that Bilming has fallen under the influence of another god: Trell, worshipped by the Set. And Trell isn’t the only factor at play from the larger Cosmere—Marasi is recruited by offworlders with strange abilities who claim their goal is to protect Scadrial...at any cost. It’s okay in stories,” Ma said. “Listen, Jak was a pain. He was always going about doing good. Helping people. Making life tough for bad people. Asking questions. He knew exactly how to ruin a bandit’s day. Wayne, how can you complain about someone putting on airs? You put on a different personality every time you change hats.” While he doesn't fully cut his strings, he does jump at the chance to help the people of Elendel when the rest of the government evacuates in the face of the coming disaster. He basically just stands nearby while Steris does all the work, but his presence lends her quite a bit of authority, and he is hailed as a hero for it. After the disaster, he promptly fires his vice-governor and offers Steris a job in disaster preparation. Memorial Statue: For Wayne, in the final epilogue. They include a hat that can be switched out, and a couple plaques of quotes; one profound, one rude.But then her smile faded. “You can’t take things what don’t belong to you, Wayne. That’s somethin’ thieves do.” I’m too old for stories,” he lied, desperately wishing she’d tell one anyway. “I’m eleven. One more year and I can drink at the tavern.” vinsentient on It’s No Fun To Be Alone: Communicating With Cryptids in The Shape of Water 1 hour ago