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For a thousand years the ash fell and no flowers bloomed. For a thousand years the Skaa slaved in misery and lived in fear. For a thousand years the Lord Ruler, the "Sliver of Infinity," reigned with absolute power and ultimate terror, divinely invincible. This saga dares to ask a simple question: What if the hero of prophecy fails? Mistborn: The Final Empire — Kelsier, a brilliant thief has turned his talents to the ultimate caper, with the Lord Ruler as the mark. Kel's plan is the ultimate long shot, until luck brings a ragged girl named Vin into the fold. But she will have to learn to trust if she is to master powers of which she never dreamed.
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Book Reviews: Blog Stats 1,, little stars have been clicked. Tresting stepped backward reflexively, a chill running through him as the strange, straight-backed skaa held his eyes.
And smiled. Tresting looked away. The burly taskmaster rushed up the incline. Where had that skaa been standing? Working with their heads bowed, bodies stained by soot and sweat, they were so hard to tell apart.
Tresting paused, searching. He thought he knew the place,,,an empty spot, where nobody now stood. But, no. That couldn't be it. The man couldn't have disappeared from the group so quickly.
Where would he have gone? He must be in there, somewhere, working with his head now properly bowed. Still, his moment of apparent defiance was inexcusable. The obligator stood at the side, watching curiously.
It would not be wise to let the man know that one of the skaa had acted so brazenly. Beat a few of them. It wasn't much of a reason for a beating-but, then, he didn't need much of a reason to give the workers a beating. They were, after all, only skaa. Kelsier had heard stories. He had heard whispers of times when once, long ago, the sun had not been red. Times when the sky hadn't been clogged by smoke and ash, when plants hadn't struggled to grow, and when skaa hadn't been slaves.
Times before the Lord Ruler. Those days, however, were nearly forgotten. Even the legends were growing vague. Kelsier watched the sun, his eyes following the giant red disk as it crept toward the western horizon.
He stood quietly for a long moment, alone in the empty fields. The day's work was done; the skaa had been herded back to their hovels.
Soon the mists would come. Eventually, Kelsier sighed, then turned to pick his way across the furrows and pathways, weaving between large heaps of ash.
He avoided stepping on the plants-though he wasn't sure why he bothered. The crops hardly seemed worth the effort. Wan, with wilted brown leaves, the plants seemed as depressed as the people who tended them.
The skaa hovels loomed in the waning light. Already, Kelsier could see the mists beginning to form, clouding the air, and giving the moundlike buildings a surreal, intangible look. The hovels stood unguarded; there was no need for watchers, for no skaa would venture outside once night arrived. Their fear of the mists was far too strong. I'll have to cure them of that someday, Kelsier thought as he approached one of the larger buildings.
But, all things in their own time.
He pulled open the door and slipped inside. Conversation stopped immediately. Kelsier closed the door, then turned with a smile to confront the room of about thirty skaa.
A firepit burned weakly at the center, and the large cauldron beside it was filled with vegetable-dappled water-the beginnings of an evening meal. The soup would be bland, of course.
Still, the smell was enticing. A group of men sitting at a crude table, however, continued to regard Kelsier with dissatisfied expressions. They covered his skin, running lengthwise, as if some beast had repeatedly raked its claws up and down his arms.
Tepper snorted. He was young to be an elder, probably barely into his forties-at most, he might be five years Kelsier's senior. However, the scrawny man held himself with the air of one who liked to be in charge. When you ducked away from the fields this morning, you could have earned a whipping for the men around you.
I once saw a man beaten because his master claimed that he had 'blinked inappropriately. His expression was unyielding. Kelsier sighed, rolling his eyes. If you want me to go, I'll be off then. Thick mist immediately began to pour through the portal, drifting lazily across Kelsier's body, pooling on the floor and creeping across the dirt like a hesitant animal.
Several people gasped in horror, though most of them were too stunned to make a sound. Kelsier stood for a moment, staring out into the dark mists, their shifting currents lit feebly by the cooking pit's coals. Kelsier did as requested, pushing the door closed and stemming the flood of white mist. You fear it far too much. Her words raised a question. Had Kelsier walked in the mists?
What, then, had happened to his soul? If you only knew, Kelsier thought. This was the real reason they tolerated him-the reason even the timid peasants would harbor a man such as Kelsier, a skaa who defied the Lord Ruler's will by traveling from plantation to plantation.
A renegade he might be-a danger to the entire community-but he brought news from the outside world. On the next day, Kelsier's words would be repeated to the several hundred people who lived in other hovels. The skaa might be subservient, but they were incurable gossips.
Some of these distant noblemen are finding that happy skaa make better workers than mistreated skaa. One man, Lord Renoux, has even ordered his taskmasters to stop unauthorized beatings. There are whispers that he's considering paying wages to his plantation skaa, like city craftsmen might earn.
When you dined with him last, did he tell you something that he did not tell me? Skaa did not travel, and they certainly didn't dine with lords. You're the one they call the Survivor; those scars on your arms give you away. You're a troublemaker-you travel the plantations, stirring up discontent. You eat our food, telling your grand stories and your lies, then you disappear and leave people like me to deal with the false hopes you give our children.
Why, I have no intention of eating your food. I brought my own.
The loose bag slumped to the side, dumping an array of foods to the ground. Fine breads, fruits, and even a few thick, cured sausages bounced free. A summerfruit rolled across the packed earthen floor and bumped lightly against Tepper's foot.
The middle-aged skaa regarded the fruit with stunned eyes. You know, for a man of renowned prestige and rank, your Lord Tresting has remarkably poor taste. His pantry is an embarrassment to his noble station. You,,,stole from the master! Sneaking into his manor during the day was quite a challenge.
If Tepper intended further arguments, he didn't make them quickly enough, for his silent pause was taken as agreement.
Within a few minutes, the bag's contents had been inspected and distributed, and the pot of soup sat bubbling and ignored as the skaa feasted on a meal far more exotic. Kelsier settled back, leaning against the hovel's wooden wall and watching the people devour their food.