“I’ve always been very confident in my immaturity.”


In a world where ash falls from the sky, and mist dominates the night, an evil cloaks the land and stifles all life. The future of the empire rests on the shoulders of a troublemaker and his young apprentice. Together, can they fill the world with color once more?

In Brandon Sanderson’s intriguing tale of love, loss, despair and hope, a new kind of magic enters the stage — Allomancy, a magic of the metals.

Personal Experiences

I am in love with this author. It is kind of hard to believe he is human. This isn’t fantasy, these worlds he creates, come to life in my mind. Brandon Sanderson has written the best books in all of history. 

Just as I expected, this book was FANTASTIC. The story, the characters, the world, the magic system–I loved it all! It was a wonderful first book in a series–satisfying on its own, yet there’s still plenty to explore in future books

Brandon not only creates a world with characters, but a world with problems. A world with love. A world that could essentially be real.

There is only one negative thought in my mind about this book, and series. This book and author leaves you with high expectations for other books and other authors. This can be seen as both a good thing and a bad thing. It is bad because you will compare books to Brandon and and Mistborn. You might say “This book is awesome, but this fantasy author has to meet Brandon Sanderson. Brandon’s fantasy novels always have the reader and the character learn about the magic system together. And . . .” 


“You should try not to talk so much, friend. You’ll sound far less stupid that way.

“My behavior is nonetheless, deplorable. Unfortunately, I’m quite prone to such bouts of deplorability–take for instance, my fondness for reading books at the dinner table.”

“Belief isn’t simply a thing for fair times and bright days…What is belief – what is faith – if you don’t continue in it after failure?…Anyone can believe in someone, or something that always succeeds…But failure…ah, now, that is hard to believe in, certainly and truly. Difficult enough to have value. Sometimes we just have to wait long enough…then we find out why exactly it was that we kept believing…There’s always another secret.”

“But you can’t kill me, Lord Tyrant. I represent that one thing you’ve never been able to kill, no matter how hard you try. I am hope.”

“There’s always another secret

“Our belief is often strongest when it should be weakest. That is the nature of hope.”

“I’m not really sure why. But… do you stop loving someone just because they betray you? I don’t think so. That’s what makes the betrayal hurt so much – pain, frustration, anger… and I still loved her. I still do.”

“I’m dying of anticipation,” Breeze said. He turned his cane toward Lestibournes. “Spook, drink.”
Spook rushed over and fetched Breeze a cup of wine.
“He’s such a fine lad,” Breeze noted, accepting the drink. “I barely even have to nudge him Allomantically. If only
the rest of you ruffians were so accommodating.”
Spook frowned. “Niceing the not on the playing without.”
“I have no idea what you just said, child,” Breeze said. “So I’m simply going to pretend it was coherent, then move
Kelsier rolled his eyes. “Losing the stress on the nip,” he said. “Notting without the needing of care.”
“Riding the rile of the rids to the right,” Spook said with a nod.
“What are you two babbling about?” Breeze said testily.
“Wasing the was of brightness,” Spook said. “Nip the having of wishing of this.”
“Ever wasing the doing of this,” Kelsier agreed.
“Ever wasing the wish of having the have,” Ham added with a smile. “Brighting the wish of wasing the not.”
Breeze turned to Dockson with exasperation. “I believe our companions have finally lost their minds, dear friend.”
Dockson shrugged. Then, with a perfectly straight face, he said, “Wasing not of wasing is.”
Breeze sat, dumbfounded, and the room burst into laughter. Breeze rolled his eyes indignantly, shaking his head and
muttering about the crew’s gross childishness.
Vin nearly choked on her wine as she laughed. “What did you even say?” she asked of Dockson as he sat down
beside her.
“I’m not sure,” he confessed. “It just sounded right.”
“I don’t think you said anything, Dox,” Kelsier said.
“Oh, he said something,” Spook said. “It just didn’t mean anything.”
Kelsier laughed. “That’s true pretty much all the time. I’ve found you can ignore half of what Dox tells you and not miss much—except for maybe the occasional complaint that you’re spending too much.”

“Yes,” Sazed said. “Tell me, Mistress. What is it that you believe?”
Vin frowned. “What kind of question is that?”
“The most important kind, I think.”

“How do you ‘accidentally’ kill a noble man in his own mansion?”
“With a knife in the chest. Or, rather, a pair of knives in the chest…”

“I bring you a message from a friend of ours,” she said quietly. “He wanted you to know that he’s not dead. He can’t be killed.”
“He is hope.”
The she raised the spear and rammed it directly into the Lord Ruler’s heart.”

“That’s the funny thing about arriving somewhere, Vin,” he said with a wink. “Once you’re there, the only thing you can really do is leave again.”

Where to find the Misty Mistborn 

Indie Bound*


*If you are unaware, I have a video on how to use Indie Bound as a resource on how to find books

**Also, if you have a Windows Phone, there is a really good EPUB reader app called Bookviser Reader. You can check out their website here.


Cite this article as: Serene Haroon, "The Final Empire (Mistborn #1) by Brandon Sanderson," in {sereneharoon.com}, April 19, 2016, http://sereneharoon.com/2016/04/the-final-empire-mistborn-1-by-brandon-sanderson/.

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