Rime

Primary Power: Generation and control of energy he calls "Rime". The energy consumes fundamental forces (for example, turning off gravity, sapping the kinetic energy of a bullet, or slow time relative to himself). Regardless of the force being consumed, the temperature of anything effected drops drastically. Secondary Power: Undeath. He became an Epic when his freshly interred corpse rose from the grave. He can call on other dead spirits and give them form, though they will not necessarily obey him. He is functionally immortal, his undead form will return, if destroyed, with the next snowfall anywhere. Including Neptune. Weakness: He is lawful, to the point where he cannot act against anyone in the legal right. (Note sentencing him to death wouldn't work because he is already dead, but he would serve several life sentences). This would be severely limiting, but thanks to the Capitulation Act... Name: Winter Costume: white clothing, with a half cape and tunic. *Edit Brand of Evil: His lawfulness works both ways. Heaven help you if you speed near him.

I have to respectfully disagree with that assessment. I laughed out loud when I read it, and it reminded me strongly of the Alcatraz books. Anything that reminds me of Alcatraz can't be half bad. As long as the tone stays like this, I'd definitely keep reading.

I actually have three I wouldn't mind having critiqued First line: The sky screamed by as I tumbled down an endless abyss. First Paragraph: The sky screamed by as I tumbled down an endless abyss. Shadows ripped and shredded about me, scathing whips that shredded my skin. I couldn't think, couldn't remember, I could only feel as I fell. My thoughts… memories… I couldn't hold on. My mind was like a plain blasted barren by the squall of an unearthly storm. Then the ground decided to say hello. First Line: The winds howled in the night, screaming down from the mountain heights, scoring the High March. First Paragraph: The winds howled in the night, screaming down from the mountain heights, scoring the High March. The frigid blasts of air tumbled through tree and thicket, as if determined to find something lost and gone. Snow whipped up into the air, blown by the gusts into ghosts of swirling flakes that stalked the land. Rime crept and crawled across rocks, moisture from the air hardening into a thin film of frost. A river roared, a struggling serpent of white foam that fought its way down hill as its banks choked with ice. Erillion gasped for breath, heaving his body from the water and crawling onto the icy bank. He had been in the water for what felt like an eternity, and the sun was setting behind the mountains to the west. His sodden leather and hide armor felt like a tomb. He collapsed, arms no longer able to hold his weight. I should be dead… Why am I not dead? First Line: A four fingered hand darted forward, leaving an empty air freshener cartridge alone on the center of the table. First Paragraph: A four fingered hand darted forward, leaving an empty air freshener cartridge alone on the center of the table. It was sticky, plastic, and now smelled of burnt hair. From around the table, three sets of six black beady eyes narrowed, staring intently at the hand’s owner. Booji blinked pleasantly, retracted his hand, and resumed staring blankly at his own cards.

I'd have to go with *uncomfortably* cold hands.

Interesting that he says where "gods" have died, plural. That would suggest it was either after the shattering or their were multiple gods prior to it.

I'm new to this website, though not new to Sanderson. I was lucky enough to audit his creative writing class at BYU. And the off the wall theory is: Miles death proclamation could very well be referring to Sadeas and Elhokar. They are "men" and they wear "red and gold"(their shardplate), respectively. Why Miles would speak of them is beyond me... and might indicate I wanted to post at least one theory, harebrained though it might be.

What about Harmony vs. Odium? Probably been asked elsewhere but seems to fit here.