Leaderboard

Just a Veden girl! Livin’ in a lonely world! She took the midnight chull Going anywhere! Just a Kholin boy! Born and raised in Kholinar! He took the midnight chull Going anywhere! A bridgeman in a smoky room, The smell of ale and heaped refuse! For a smile they can share the night, It goes on and on and on and on! (Chorus) Brightlords waiting up and down the palace halls! Their shadows searching in the night! Sphere lights, people, Living just to find emotion! Hiding, somewhere in the night! (Verse 2) Working hard to get my way Everybody wants a day! Payin’ anything to roll the dice Just one last time. Some will win, some will lose Some were born to wear the blues! Oh, the radiance never ends It goes on and on and on and on (Chorus) (Rock out, people!) Don’t stop the Weavin’ Hold on to that feelin’ Sphere lights, people, Woaahhhh! Don’t stop the Weavin’ Hold on…. Sphere lights, people, OHHHH! Don’t stop the Weavin’ Hold on to that feelin’ Stormlight, people. (Fade out)

So while reading through Way of Kings again, I devised two theories, and would love some input: Thought number 1: Spren make up shardblades once the surgebinders have said the right words. In Dalinar's visions, the Radiants also have plate, but Szeth has said he can't wear plate or it will effect his powers. I believe, once more words have been said, the Spren will also be able to make up plate, eventually uniting man with Spren. Thought number 2: During an interlude chapter in The Way of Kings, we find out that spren, once measured and written down, cannot change that measurement. What if, someone, during the day of Recreance, the spren that made up the knghts Radiants Plate and Blades were somehow measured, freezing them in their current state. The Knights Radiants could no longer hear or interact with their spren, probably even suffering from touching them, as Kaladin would suffer touching a shardblade, and this is why the abandoned them. Also, now frozen, regular men could use them. If this is true, I am thinking a major plot of the series will be to rescue these spren. To find where they have been recorded, and erase that, freeing all trapped spren in the Plates and Blades, perhaps allowing even more members to join the Knights Radiant.

LG32: Day Six - Action Remart was unsurprisingly, eating. It was a nice dish consisting of mostly steak, with some mashed potatoes and gravy. Was it delicious? Well, seeing as it was made by the Chefs of Fadrex, it was only the best steak Remart had ever eaten. However, the one thing Remart needed most to truly make this a good night? Company. And in a stroke of good luck, there was someone willing to chat and eat with Remart! They ordered the fish pie though, so they definitely went down a few points on the score-list of ‘People That Remart Would Talk To And Not Eat’™. Remart naturally discussed many things about food or drink or the food industry or anything involving food really, but eventually he let his companion steer the conversation. “So Remart, what’s your thoughts on the recent deaths?” “Uh, that’s a hard question to answer, mister. I mean, obviously they’re bad and all, but at the same time what can we do?” “Well, I personally believe that everyone can do something, but whether it’s helpful or not is really the question.” “Um, sure?” “Why Remart, that’s why I’m here. You see, I think that you might be involved in the recent murders, and I’m willing to bet your life on it.” As he said this, Remart was just finishing off his steak knife. He was also getting quite worried, but he was mostly focused on finishing his Steak. However, as he was taking a bite, his knife suddenly took a plunge into his throat. Understandably, Remart was now struggling to both breathe and finish his steak, as anyone would with a steak knife lodged in their throat, while your previously amicable companion finishes off the fish pie and doesn’t panic whatsoever. “Oh well, it seems like you’ve lost your ability to respond. A shame that, you were certainly knowledgeable about food, but not about death. I hope I’ll be able to find your comrades, friend.” And with that, Remart’s mysterious companion left, never to be seen by Remart again. Oh, and in some other place this guy called Meta was stabbed but he won’t get a write-up ‘cause he’s inactive. Meta was killed! He was a Village Pewterarm. Jondesu was killed! He was a Spiked Coppercloud. Tineye message: I am sorry to see that you have declined my challenge by attacking player number nine. TheIaInquisitormshasortwo. ryButthweathaveyomore,uhmightieravthaned they: ecanalyticalliplayers. neWedmhaveycpassedhathroughlltheenmistsge and by realms of death, atandtatheckInquisitorinshallgpfearlaus.yeWernwillumgobewherernthey lead. inTheeIjourneywiofshayothousandutmilesoebeginsnjwithoyathsingleisstep, gaandmeweIntrustquthemistoitleadousrwell. Player List 1. Arinian - Alrin 2. Hemalurgic Headshot - Quinn 3. Jondesu - Remart - Spiked Coppercloud 4. Elenion - Roger Elariel 5. Drake Marshall - Serray - Regular Crewmember 6. Darkness Ascendant - The Phantom Stranger 7. Randuir - Magister Agemtsar 8. Magestar - David Agemtsar 9. Herowannabe - Herwynbe 10. Yitzi2 - Garshin 11. Metacognition - Village Pewterarm 12. Silverblade5 - Ryth 13: Arraenae - Rhea 14. TheMightyLopen - Sidon 15. little wilson - Willie Klara 16. Droughtbringer - You - Regular Crewmember 17. Iamspartacus - Astrid the Bold 18. Ornstein - Winkleton - Regular Crewmember 19. Araris Valerian - Wol 20. Dalinar Kholin - Lebochevkowski - Village Coppercloud 21. OmeGaster - Rieyun 22. Kipper - Elenion - Pewterarm 23. Sart - Gaetan - Regular Crewmember 24. Bugsy - Jelwynd 25. Figberts - Quond 26. Mark IV - The Follower 27. Manukos - Reval 28. Aonar Faileas - Vana Izenry 29. Ecthelion - Amnar - Pewterarm 30. Amanuensis - Mykal - Village Smoker

I happen to enjoy forum stories of ancient times. It's like modern mythology. "In the beginning there was Time-Waster's Guide forum..."

I'm not an expert, but I believe the original iteration of This forum was made somewhere in-between the release of Hero of Ages and The Gathering Storm. The core and founders of the 17th shard came from a subset of a different forum. The Mistborn Inquisition RP site was still a big deal back then. The Coppermind Wiki was started some time later. For a better understanding of the history older members like Quiver, Kurkistan were around then ish. Chaos, Rubix, and other staff members have been on since the beginning obviously. I joined around the release of Alloy of Law, when the cosmere was really starting to open up. We had found out about the Shards and Hoid by that point obviously, but our WoB library was still shallow and we didn't have as many books as we do now. Most of our WoB gathering and theorizing were about very functional parts of the magic or lore, and not so much about the grand scheme of the cosmere I think. The Only Joe and Del joined close to the same time as I did. Kobold a few months later I think, or maybe a month earlier. Too lazy to look it up. If I remember correctly, Delightful, Twilyght, and Kaymyth didn't join for quiet a while after that. The beginning of the more casual parts of the forums becoming Very active was when Queen Elsa joined, had an introduction thread that ran in excess of twenty pages, and than formed the Newcago Court. The formation of the Newcago court allowed for much more lighthearted and less strict roleplaying that SE allows, and encouraged other guilds to form, culminating in the ultimate showdowns between Chaos's Lords of Chaos and the Newcago Court, primarily led by Elsa and I, although Joe and Quiver among others were prominant players. The guilds continued, and more and more and more started popping up. The Dark Alley, first founded by Kurk and Swimmingly, but inherited by Voidus hasn't changed much from those days. Many of the roleplayers got tired with running around in circles in the guild halls, and started the Rechoners RP. Kobold King was instrumental to this, but as I wasn't terribly active over there I can't give a good history of it. Somewhere between the guildwars and Reckoner's RPing, the game threads started to hit it big with Nightwatcher, Eastern Street Slang, and several others. When I introduced the Hurt'n'Heal game to the forum it exploded in popularity faster than anything except perhaps the Reckoners RP, but than fell off, and has since gone through one, maybe two revivals. With Reckoners came the era of the Pony. *Shudders* Those were dark days. EVERYONE was being ponified. It was very scary. The discussion threads like Random Stuff, Bad day/Good Day, and the others got established and I think really helped keep many members engaged when they got bored with other sections of the forums. Unfortunately, others like Swimmingly and Queery retired. Many of the early staff who were less active let newer more active members take much of the responsibility for moderating. Reputation points were probably flowing fastest at this point, but there was also quiet a lot of wasted time spent on discussions about upvotes/downvotes, largely due to accidental downvotes being impossible to get rid of. The most prominant current members were starting to emerge as very popular and influential posters, and second tier prominance members were joining. Basically, nothing outrageously interesting happened until the big update in the forum. *realizes that no one asked for what is probably a pretty garbled and narrow view of the history of the shard* *Meh, who cares.*

Well, hello. I'm fairly new, as obvious as that may be. I just wanted to come have a look see at some fellow fan creators and share some of my own as well. I don't have oodles, but please accept my humble offerings to these majestic worlds. I've probably spent the most time doodling out Szeth...so, I guess, for now we can start with him? It's all trial and error. We will see how this all goes as the addiction grows.

*practise in college* Professor: we are going to study metal dilatation, don't touch the metal part. *Professor leaves, I touch the metal part and get burn* *In another practise* Professor: we are going to study x-rays and nuclear decays, don't put the sample near your mouth or your eyes Me: these are going to be three tough hours.

I've waited my whole life for this. I just didn't realize it until now.

I have never been this productive in my life >> did some more drawings. I honestly don't know why I drew what I drew. i also have no clue why they keep uploading sideways >>

I just got paid, and paid my rent for the month. It's a good feeling. #adultingwin

It's only a problem if you stop.

That's so ridiculous it's almost funny! Don't do that! And if you do, I'll make you do that as punishment! actually sounds a little like TwiParent logic. @TwiLyghtSansSparkles?

I am new to the board and wanted to know if the following topic has been discussed (reference would be great). If not I'd like to get people's feelings about it. After reading Words of Radiance and having learned what I have about Nale. It seems to me that it is wholly out of his character for him to have participated in the breaking of the Oath Pact. How could someone, who reveres the letter of the law so much and holds Szeth's adherence to his oaths in such high regard, agree to break the Oath Pact? Nale is dogmatic about laws and by his interpretation...justice. He sees things in black and white. I hope BS addresses Nale's rationale for walking away from his oath. I understand that Taln's death may have kept the Oath Pact intact at the end of the last desolation but I am curious how Nale rationalized walking away. It simply seems inconsistent.

Hi Everyone, I'm The Once and Future Queen, and I'm a relative newbie to Brandon Sanderson and his works despite being a HUGE fan. My favorite book of his (so far) is the Words of Radiance. I also like to draw, and though I'm not very good at it, I try my hardest. If anyone out there has any tips, they would be very welcome. Thanks!

I don't know Japanese, but Amazon.co.jp has some stuff that I think is Mistborn. https://www.amazon.co.jp/ミストボーン-霧の落とし子-1-灰色の帝国-ハヤカワ文庫FT-ブランドン-サンダースン/dp/4150204950/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1491876351&sr=8-3&keywords=mistborn

Hey guy, I'm back. I'm sorry I've been so inactive. Things really picked up last week, in preparation for the SAT, which is tomorrow. I should be able to resume activity after that assuming I can get caught up.

Well, back on the topic of memes, which this thread was originally designed for:

The inside cover of my Bands of Mourning Copy <3. A friend is borrowing my Era 2 books at the moment but I'll take a picture of it when I get it back.

Presumable Brandon has, but it hasn't been explicitly stated. Probably the next closest is Khriss' small blurb about combining powers in the Ars Arcanum of Shadows of Self or Bands of Mourning. However, since you seem to be attacking so hard, I'll clarify and correct myself. "Technical definition" was an incorrect term to use I guess, since it implies a precision which we have not been given. However, under what is generally understood to be the canon definition of the term resonances, it does not encompass nuances in how the powers are used, but rather an external effect which can indirectly affect the usage of the powers.

@Delightful Nah. I've been sneaking on technology. And mum read through all my Shard/Discord posts.... (not all of course) But from what she read she's realised just how much you guys mean to me heh. So she's allowing me to use her phone discreetly when she's home. And thanks for the compliments guys heh.

Ending of the book! And that's it! Hope you enjoyed it! Somebody needs to do another book now.

Adhesion sticks enemies to floors. Gravitation allows one to fly. Division cuts things BLOWS THINGS UP at range. Abrasion makes you impossible to hold. Progression heals allies, or allows you to change the battlefield to your liking. Illumination can project decoys, or cause the opponent to misstep. Transformation can one-shot opponents. Transportation is basically teleportation. Cohesion allows one to tear things apart with your bare hands. Tension turns all your opponents' weapons into pool noodles. All those sound pretty useful in battle.

This is all really interesting. But I have this recommendation: Remember Brandon's 2nd Law! The powers of a magic system are less interesting than its limits. The whole ghost-possession system would be a lot more interesting if it had more limits and constrictions. It seems a little absurd that people would just trust ghosts to obey the rules -- especially if ghosts once took over the world. That would probably make people a little jaded. So why not say that we DO have some leverage over the ghosts? And I think there are two good ways to do that. First, like Edgedancer said, there really should be a litmus test. Some simple test we can perform to identify a possessed person. Maybe it's a scanning device, like the Voight-Kampff machine. Maybe it's a substance that glows on contact with possessed people. Maybe it's a oijaa board. The point is that possessed people can be identified and dealt with. And, of course, important politicians and military leaders are given this test every day. That'll provide a sense of security for everyone involved -- and, more importantly, it sets up an epic twist: Someone's figured out a way to fool the test! Secutity? Gone. Stakes? Raised. All bets? Off. Second, there should probably be a way to either kill or imprison these ghosts. That way, the ghost characters will have something to lose -- stakes! -- which makes them more interesting. Also, if ghosts can't be killed or imprisoned, then the worldwide ghost population will only go up, and every ghost that ever lived will still be hanging around, complicating the story, including those ghosts that took over the world. (Which would also make a pretty cool twist: we thought the evil tyrant ghosts were all captured and executed, but one of them escaped, and he's been stalking the world ever since! And he's been every great villain of the last century!) (Also, on a more general note, there are certain questions you have to deal with whenever ghosts are involved. Aside from abstract values like morality and patriotism, what motivation does a ghost have? What do they want? What do they have to gain? Can they eventually move on to the afterlife like regular dead folk? Or is the life of a ghost basically just eternity in Limbo?)

The first teaser just dropped! Who's excited? Cause I know I am! Any predictions? (Sorry I don't have a link. @Quiver would you provide one please?)

I own those and can confirm that yes, they're authentic. You can even see the cover art on the gallery page at brandonsanderson.com. Japanese translations frequently play around with titles and with longer books that need to be split up you can get situations like Mistborn where each individual volume has its own subtitle. Hence you get the following breakdown in Japanese: Mistborn The Final Empire became just Mistborn in three volumes titled 'The Ashen Empire', 'The Blood-red Sun' and 'Dancer in the White Sea' Well of Ascension became Mist Spirit, divided into 'The Remaining Power', 'The King's Trial' and 'The Hidden Words' Hero of Ages became Mistcloak, divided into 'A New Savior', 'The Ancient Voice' and 'The Eternal World'.

Granted. All things random act in you're favor. Unfortunately, very few things in the world are true random. Quantum physics tends to have some true random features, but nothing large-scale does really. So... What does that look like? Quantum luck? The only effect of this that you might notice is that the probabilities for radioactive decay near you are skewed. So, if you somehow came in contact with a large amount of a radioactive substance, it would, against all odds, not decay in your presence, and thus you and everyone else wouldn't get radiation poisoning. Which I guess is kind of a cool power. But even then, you're radiation immunity only functions at school, since that is the only place your "luck" applies. I suppose the other "true random" thing you might be able to notice is the location of an electron with respect to the atomic nucleus of an insulator... So insulators tend to be polarized in you're favor. Hm... I guess that means you also never get a static shock at your school anymore? So. That is your wish granted. Scientifically. Anyway, your bane is that you are now dyslexic. If by wishing for "luck in school" you hoped you would be getting better grades, that may have backfired... I wish to no longer need sleep.

I'm extremely shy about my writing, but I'd like to share something--partially to talk it out with myself, and partially to get feedback. In my story, magic used by humans comes from titans (name is WIP), which humans think are gods. When a titan dies, its energy is dispersed into the world around it, and it leaks from the Rift (also WIP), which is a hidden shadowland where the titans and other magical beings reside. Humans who are sensitive to the dead titan's energy can use magic in two main ways: 1. Those who are sensitive to but not conscious of it just let the magic flow through them without knowing what's happening. These are mostly clairants (people whose intuition and spiritual connectedness is enhanced to a level of clairvoyance/clairaudience/clairsentience, etc), and empaths (people who can sense and slightly manipulate the emotions of other people). 2. Those who are highly sensitive to the dead titan's magic and who are also conscious of it have the ability to store it in their body and use it for more physical purposes, though they may have some of the passive traits of clairants and/or empaths as well. These people are called shadowlings, and for the most part they're very rare. Keeping and using the titan's magic for extended periods of time will deteriorate the user's humanity and/or sanity, however, and the more powerful a human becomes through exploring the new abilities, the more his/her physiology changes. Titan magic will eventually turn someone into a titan-like creature if used too long, without any trace of humanity left. This process can be slowed significantly, however, if the shadowling learns how to link to other humans. Linking to people, especially in large crowds, can be a sort of outlet to let some of the magic flow through the clairants and empaths (as it doesn't change them). Some of them call it grounding themselves. They can also steal energy from people--if someone is dreaming in R.E.M. sleep, for example, a shadowling can link to that person and essentially eat the dream, siphoning the benefits of the R.E.M. sleep so he/she can feel rested for longer periods of time. The shadowlings can see tears in the Rift and enter into them, as well, but spending time in the Rift accelerates the transformation into a titan creature. In my story, the shadowlings are noticing a huge surge of magic and many are being killed off because they don't know how to use their magic and they're changing too quickly, scaring the public. This means that titans are dying, so something in the Rift is killing them off suddenly. To save themselves the shadowlings have to find what's killing the titans and put an end to it, before the rest of the humans kill them first. Sorry that was so long-winded!

the simplest explanation is, he's a squire. of course we can't 100% excllude that he may have becoming radiant offscreen, but it seems very, very unlikely. I mean, he knows about kaladin, if he was bonding a spren he would have realized what was happening.

*Secrets reappears* "Oh that's well and good, I was merely mentioning that you were bringing in elements of their universe." "However, there was no small spike in you, but applaud you for having enough healing powers gained to survive getting hit by a ~5000 mile spike." *Secrets frowned as he remembered another with extreme healing abilities.* "Deadpool, that was his name, right?" Secrets thought to himself, "I shut him up quickly but he was annoying in the seconds when he talked." "I didn't like him either. Can we kill him again?" Another voice asked, "No, Secrets though to himself, while reaching to his side. At least not right now." "Anyways," Secrets spoke aloud, whilst addressing points in a peculiar order, "I found this place because of the cookies, that and the wonders of good British television. Its interesting that most viewers don't know that in the simulation of the universe of this Doctor Who, it became real. Its interesting in that aspect, as the true universe of Doctor Who, the existing one that is, became too complex even for our attempts at simulation, resulting in the show declining in quality. You'd be surprised what so many unknown facets of reality can have even on TV shows. Thankfully though, the Doctor's universe is still awesome." "But wait a second," Secrets thought to himself, "hos body must have been completely obliterated inbetween the spire and some of my active investitures." *Secrets sighs* "Is this another one with an ascendant throne," Secrets thought to himself, "The last one with one of those wasn't to hard was he?" "True, but learning the physics of those is annoying, to try and change reality. It took me long enough to figure out causality and the workings of my realm, and gave me more than enough of a headache at first. Learning the workings of Ascendant thrones is annoying if I'm needing to fight hordes at the same time. Besides, its annoying to try and find them." "You could always just will them out of existence." "Yes, but especially for beings with investiture and knowledge such as this, it can be frustrating in condensing the power to begin an investiture like that." Secrets continued to himself in thought...

Overall, I liked these chapters better than the previous ones. A little bit of info dumping in Ch 4, but not too much. I've noted where I saw it. Looking forward to more! pg 1: "Remissus, a young woman of slightly above average height with in his wake." --something missing. Also, this makes it sound like Remissus is the young woman. pg 2: "Laurea Celsior was going to be harder to get rid of than he’d hoped" --don't know if Prob. has enough information to make this conclusion yet. Chapter 3: Nothing in particular stood out. We get some more insight on Prob's character, which is useful. At this length, it could either be a short chapter by itself, or tacked on to another chapter. pg 3: "achieve this crucial step in her grand plan," --Still not convinced on this plotline. it's trying to force a law enforcement career path plan to be exciting, and I can tell you from experience--career path planning is anything but. pg 3: "boom hit her right in the gut" --not familiar with this idiom. pg 3: "At graduation..." --this paragraph is more of the same. Lording it over academy classmates just makes L seem petty. If that's what you're going for, fine, but it makes her much less sympathetic. pg 3: "The higher one went in a spire, the higher the class of resident..." --I like this paragraph, but it's a bit of an infodump. It would be better to see the information given out a bit at a time, or in relation to something happening. pg 4: I like the landlady. Could be a bit over the top, but I still like it. pg 4 Mode of speaking: not sure which part you mean. The italics? I was fine with it--just seemed like the landlady was emphasising things. pg 6: Sea lamps: I like the detail. Could probably cut it down just a bit, but it didn't feel too infodumpy. pg 6: 1B. I think this is alright. pg 6: "However reduced her family might be at the moment, the Celsior family had once been great, and Laurea would see it great once more. If her plan worked; if she managed to convince Probitus Senector; if she…" --Now, this works a lot better as a Grand Plan. There's a meaning behind it and a reason for her working so hard. Having some of this earlier would help. Pg 7: I remember the description of Aelura from the last time around. Still love it. One bit of confusion: it says she was last summoned over 80 years ago. Meaning before just now, or has L had her "summoned" her whole life?

Really officer it was an accident. He startled me so I dropped my knife. sideways what do you call a boring hotel? Adolin Why does leras like jam? It's a preserve what spren does eshoni least want? Hoid spren these are not the hoids your looking for. some commands are breathtaking. everything she has ceons everything was calm until there was serene (use the original audiobook pronunciation, not the 10th aneversiary edition) Where does harmony cathc flies? In his spirit web what do you get when a carpenter has a child? A sander's son some shards really ruin a good pun aona bunch of bad puns what do you call breeze going down stairs? A condescending con descending

Hmm, if only Brandon Sanderson actually did write SA, it would make me so much happier. But it's nigh impossible. Too bad

The sun cuts into the shadows the shadows moan and hiss The light is on a quest to transcend the bliss A quest futile, a quest apart For shades dwell but in the heart Saw your post and felty like doing this. On the spur of the moent, so it doesn't make sense. I realizeI am better at writing novels than poems.

Nale can be accused of hypocrisy for some other things too, but we don't know how much of his 'Law>Everything Else' mindset reflects how he was when the Oathpact was in force versus how much of it developed in the intervening 4500 years. We do know that the Heralds weren't bound by the same oaths as the Radiant orders they served as patrons to so on that basis we can't say for certain that Nale is a hypocrite but we also don't know what specific oath or oaths go into the capital-o Oathpact and anything else that might have existed between them and Honor. @Spoolofwhool It can't have been too recently because Szeth and Taravangian's conversation in WoR makes it apparent that at least since the former has been a Truthless the Stone Shamans were only holding eight Honorblades. He responds Taravangian's lie that Kaladin must have been using a stolen Honorblade with "one of the other seven?" and he hasn't been in contact with his people so Nale must have retrieved his blade before Szeth recieved Jezrien's. That means that Nale retrieved his before most (possibly all) of the current proto-Radiants started manifesting their Surgebinding and would have already had it when Gavilar was assassinated.

Indeed. No one has said that each order binds a surge the same way as the adjacent order. However, what we're saying is that that difference is not part of the technical definition of resonance generally accepted canon definition of the term resonance. Edit: Fixing terminology because implications on precision

@Delightful that sounds bad...*hugs* And you're a good person! You're not selfish at all; just look at how you reacted to DA's message. A terrible, selfish lazy person wouldn't want to help. You're a good budgie. You're all good budgies.

When I was a sophomore, a student from my high school killed both of his parents. I had met him several times before, and two friends of mine had dated him, so the tragedy was an even harsher blow for my group of friends than it was for most of the rest of the school. Now, as for the tragedy itself, it happened at the student's house, nowhere near the school we all attended. It didn't happen during school hours (it was in the afternoon, I believe). Both of his parents were teachers, but neither worked at our school. No staff members from our school were involved, and from any sensible person's perspective, this horrible event had absolutely nothing to do with our school. Yet when it came time to report on the tragedy, where did the media go? That's right—my high school. They argued that it was to get perspectives from his classmates, try to figure out what their read on him was. Sure, we said. That's fine. You've got a story to tell, so tell it and leave us alone. But they didn't leave us alone. Every time there was a new development in the case—and I mean every time this kid so much as sneezed—the media came knocking at our door. It got to the point where our principal told them, okay, if you insist on interviewing someone at our school, interview me, but you're not coming inside and you're not talking to any of my students. When it comes to tragedies, people latch onto a symbol. Sometimes that symbol is randomly selected by the media, as it was with my high school. Other times, it's the site of the tragedy, as it is with Columbine. That's human nature. But when you don't allow the people occupying that symbol to move on from the tragedy—when you force them to be defined by it, to be, as one writer for the school newspaper said, "that one school," that is when you've crossed a line.

Hello! Sorry for the late reply I caught an awful plague and was sick with the death for most of the week! Here's what I have... Mostly, I agree with what everyone else has said, especially @kais and @Mandamon I agree, it really does seem like he should read over the contract a bit more, even if it is all boilerplate (it won't be if they're decent attorneys. boilerplate is such because it has to be in a contract, but it comes at the end, after the meat of the thing -- and you should STILL skim it, just in case. ) Moth has never quite clicked for me, but recent chapters have her more and more being a bad teen stereotype, randomly and gratuitously profane, and occasionally being a vehicle for As-you-know-Bob exposition. There's just not much to her right now. And this is yet more travel. Once again, I agree with Mandamon and kais -- either all these chapters need serious culling and condensing , -OR- the travel needs to be an end in itself, and thus be full of things that make the reader not mind the plot going nowhere for so long. As it stands now, this is just travel for ... verisimilitude? a fear of jump cuts? padding word count to avoid the dreaded "novella" label? and they serve neither character nor plot. Honestly, i feel a little bit cheated here. We're finally on the moon (finally!) and it seems really neat and interesting, and like it would be full of fun things for quirk to describe and differences from earth, and yet, the story lingers on the same old transportation minutiae we've seen in something like going on 6 chapters now and a standard chain coffeehouse that could be straight out of IRL-reality. It sounds cozy, but if i wanted that experience I could go to the Starbucks down the street. :/ Sorry. What we do get of the moon is good, though! there's some grammar stuff that an editing pass will fix, but on the whole, these are more of what I want. More moon, more clothes, more quirky Quirk.

Sorry for the late response, I was sick as a dog all week. Here are my comments... I love a good round of fantasy politics, but I did have a hard time keeping names and species straight here. This was the first introduction to a lot of these characters for me though, and I started in the middle more-or-less, so some of that is to be expected. I still get a little mixed up when Origon is referred to by his species, even. Speaking of O, while I like him and enjoy his chapters, I can't say I really "connect" with him. He's not the kind of guy, it seems to me, who really "connects" with people easily, and that's reflected in his POV. Is it necessary for the reader to have a connection with him? "Her place was on the Council, not gallivanting across the ten homeworlds." I dunno, seems like with the amount of rumors and unrest right now, a press junket wouldn't be a horrible idea.... I feel for Rilan much more, since it's easy to connect with getting railroaded by bureaucrats and being grumpy at being woken up early. She also seems a little more everyman than Origon. I'm getting the idea like some of the issues and lack of connections I'm feeling here are due to this being a ....third? fourth? book in an ongoing series I haven't read. There's a weight of continuity there the lack of which is affecting my understanding of some of the tension and subtleties of interactions, especially in this chapter. This makes me wonder how much you're looking for new reader buy-in at this stage: if most of the tension and interactions have roots in previous books that series-readers will already understand, is it necessary to make sure the politics-heavy section is intelligible and captivating to someone starting in the middle, or would that just alienate your series-reads who will find the retread repetitive? Of course, the flip side to that is if your plot-heavy arguing-politicians section can't stand on its own enough to grab a new reader, is it in good enough shape to keep series-readers who already know how far they can skip ahead to get to the interesting bits without losing the thread of the story? Which is a long-winded way of saying I got nothing. sorry. :/

There's that whole thing in vorinism about palindromes, so a symmetrical ending would make a lot of sense.

I imagine getting ready in the morning would be really difficult unless you happen to have a partner (or attendant) willing to just watch you for the entirety of your morning routine... Granted. It is as spectacular as you imagine, and has a running time of one week, despite Brandon saying it would be no more than 4 hours, intermission included. And no-one complains. Unfortunately, while watching the musical you can't remember who the actors are, and outside of watching the musical you can't recognise that any given person was in the cast. Furthermore, if anyone mentions anything identifying about a cast member in the context of the musical, you hear rushing wind. Finally, though you remember the emotional effects of the musical perfectly, whenever you remember any song from it you hear it as if it were sung by Joe Pasquale. I wish for @Drake Marshall to replace the nightwatcher, with all her power, for the next bane/boon. (So, he is responsible for the bane and boon for the person who reports mine and makes a wish.)

I figured it was how a coppermind coin like the one Wax was given by Hoid could be produced without the original memory being lost to whoever put it in there: with compounded copper. If a 10x factor is consistent with other kinds of compounding, it would mean the Feruchemist could create 9x or so "cloned" copperminds of some information while tapping the 10th one to put the memory back into his own head.

A couple of hours after I had finished moving my things into the new house I bought since I'd lost the previous one to a tornado, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and saw a couple. This conversation followed: Me: Hello. Couple: (Smile) Hi! We are your next door neighbors, Mr & Mrs High and Ever Storm! I fainted.

David Tennant as Hoid maybe? No?

It's finished! Or, as finished as it will get for a while. I printed a physical copy to give to Brandon at Boskone, and he seemed to enjoy it a lot. I wish that I had been able to put more illustrations in it, but there simply wasn't time. I am inordinately fond of my Thaylen eyebrows illustration, though. I feel like it really captures the spirit of the mashup. I'm also quite pleased with the Unkalaki tongue twisters. If only I had figured out a way to stick "Airsick lowlanders!" in somewhere. Anyway, here is the book! (Spoilered for size) I hope you like it! I also had some partial drafts for Stormlight versions of other Seuss books that I didn't make the cut for inclusion. So there may eventually be a sequel or improved draft that includes The Bitter Battle Book (about the war on the shattered plains) and a version of Green Eggs and Ham ("Amaram, Lord Amaram, I do not like the Diagram").

Hoid maby?

If you want I could arrange for two people to show up at your door and explain it to you. I may even be able to talk them into giving you a free book

Jim Butcher (Setting this one on Scadrial instead, because it just works better thematically.) My name is Harrillium Dawnshot Coppercloud Dresdrian. Conjure by it at your own risk. I'm a Mistborn. I work out of an office in the Fifth Octant in Elendel. As far as I know, the only actively practicing professional Mistborn in the Basin. With the Catacendre and the dawning of the Age of Harmony, many people believed such things to be gone, or worse still, mythical. A common man might encounter an Allomancer once every few months, a Feruchemist even less frequently due to the Terris community's reclusive nature. But true power, that was the stuff of legends. And yet, despite all our advances in the last few centuries, the Age of Harmony never quite seemed to live up to its name. As mankind grew more advanced, we seemed to simply learn more and better ways for the powerful to prey upon the common man. Oppression, and the discontent it spawned, festered even in paradise, and where there is such suffering, there are things to feed upon it. And when those things slithered out of the shadows and the storybooks, people in the know turned to me. Fortunately for them, but not so much for myself, the slithering had been at a minimum lately, a fact that the latest bill from my landlady underscored painfully. I was a month past-due on my rent, as I perpetually had been for the last four months. As I looked around my sparsely-furnished office, I couldn't help but wish for something to happen that would require my services. Just as I thought that, there was a knock at the door. Ruin's bells! Someday I'm going to learn to stop tempting fate like that. "Come in!" I called out. The woman who entered looked sorely out of place in my shabby office. She was tall and stately, her hair long and white. Not blonde, not silver or graying, but white, pure as the mists themselves. Her dark skin stood out in sharp contrast, though I couldn't call her a Terriswoman; her features weren't right. Her face was simply too... stunning, looking like someone who belonged in a high society party uptown, not in the disreputable office of a private lawman. She wore a perfectly tailored gray suit, the skirt cut just high enough to make it hard to look away, though the tantalizing scoop-necked blouse gave me a reason to turn my eyes elsewhere. At her neck and around both her wrists, she wore fine jeweled chains encrusted with bright, shining opals. My eyes widened as I noticed the distinctive silvery-gray shade of the metal she wore. Aluminum, more valuable even than gold! I got the distinct feeling that, should I burn steel or iron in her presence, I wouldn't find a single metal line pointing to anything on her person. As she stalked towards my desk like some feline predator from the Roughs, I caught a whiff of her perfume. It was heady, floral, though I couldn't discern the smell. It tickled at my nose with the perfection of its scent, as if Harmony's own hand had distilled the very essence, the core of flower itself, into a bottle and sprayed it upon her skin. "You are Mr. Dresdrian?" she asked, her voice bearing teasing hints of an exotic accent that I couldn't place. I stopped gawking long enough to let the words register. "I am, Lady..." "Prepho," she said. "I am called Drowl Prepho, and you are called many things by the people who know of you. Most of them are highly... unflattering." "And yet you're here," I pointed out. "This is true," she said slowly. "I find myself in need of some very specialized services. One of my most highly-ranked servants is... gone." On one hand, every inch of her screamed money, and boxings were in short supply lately. But on the other hand, it would not go well for me to mislead a woman such as this. "Missing persons aren't exactly my specialty, Lady Prepho." She shook her head. "I know exactly where he is, Mr. Dresdrian. He was found murdered in his bed this morning." My eyes widened slightly as I digested this. "Then what is it you need to discover?" "It was a most unusual killing, Mr. Dresdrian." Her lips curled in one of the coldest smiles I'd ever seen. "His entire bed, comforter, sheets, mattress and frame, was sheared through, as if sliced in half by a giant blade, his clothes as well, and yet there is no wound upon the body, not even the smallest scratch... except for his eyes. They appear to have been burned out somehow. But what is truly distressing is the object that he had in his possession. It has been stolen, and it is of paramount importance that it be returned." I frowned. "What is it that was lost, then?" Another of those cold smiles. "Now that, I cannot tell you." "If I don't know what I'm looking for, how do you exp--" "Do you practice the art of Soulgazing, wizard?" I bristled; I hate that term. A wizard is a foolish story told to entertain children and drunks. I'm a Mistborn. But... wait. Had she just said... "Soulgazing? If you've even heard of that power..." I scoffed. "Look around you; does this look like the office of a man who has stores of atium and gold hidden away?" She set down a tiny bead of silvery-white metal upon my desk, and my eyes widened. Could this be? Malatium was the stuff of legend, even to a man like me! "Go ahead," she said. "Burn it." I stiffened, suddenly nervous for no reason I could discern. Then the woman stared deep into my eyes, and I shuddered. The colored parts of her eyes held no color; they were as black as the irises. Not simply dark, and not shiny and reflective like ordinary people's eyes are. No, these were dark as a void, dark as a starless, empty night. "Burn it," she repeated. As that inhuman gaze bore down upon me, I picked up the metal bead and swallowed it, feeling a new reserve illuminate within my stomach that I had never before felt. As I burned the metal, she continued to stare deep into my eyes, and suddenly everything shifted, and I knew the truth of her. Standing before me was something ancient and vast, possessor of powers such as I had never dreamed of. A being that had been old when the Final Empire of legend was in its infancy, who would continue long after the final Ruin of this world. A being with legions of spirit entities at her command, and yet there was some... thing... that was beyond her. And for that, she sought out me. The metal burned surprisingly quickly, and there was very little of it, so the Soulgaze dissipated after only a few brief moments. As the glimpse burned away, I realized I was drenched in sweat. I slumped back in my chair, a little bit overawed. "Who... what... are you?" The woman give a cruel smile. "Oh, I am known by many names, and I would not entrust the core of my Identity to one such as yourself, wizard. But you may simply call me Mabam, Queen of Shadesmar, Dark Lady of the Void spren."

(Note: an updated version can be found here.) Dr. Seuss One spren, two spren, Lie spren, truth spren. Are the blue spren truly glue spren? This one makes a skyeel fly, That one shows up when you die. Oh what a lot of spren I spy! You have light in your spheres, You have shards in your hand, You have surges to help you to fly and to land! So where will you go? Somewhere high? Somewhere low? To the great Reshi Isles, or somewhere with snow? Perhaps you will dine on some Horneater Stew, Delivered directly through Urithiru. Or maybe the Shin will sell you a chicken (eating it helps Thaylen eyebrows to thicken). There’s so many places and people and spren, It’s easy to wonder just where your path ends. But please, don’t forget, it’s the way that you walk that matters much more than the place that you stop. Yes, the road that you take, whether straight, curved, or bendy always matters the most—just ask the Parshendi.