Brandon Sanderson Novella Novels & Stories

It will be the 2nd book to Brandon and Misty story and, their new life as rogues. Go have a read and leave a comment, thanks and enjoy!!)))

Prologue II: Pyre, 3113 Pyre Av 5, 3113 Stephan Caliphus, King Everything was on fire the night he finished the book in the back room of a borrowed house. He laid his glasses down on the desk in front of him and rubbed his tired eyes. The crackling of flames could be heard as the city burned all around them. The blood curdling screams of the men in the streets where they died was enough to make the blood of the fiercest warrior run cold, but he was a man of empathy and it hurt him more than it did the others.

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She pulled the Sandjinn to its feet, almost tearing the collar, she heard the slight rasp of material ripping, then with all her might she swung her sword and severed its neck. With all the bloodshed and carnage, everyone looked at the blood coated snow as Anna and Harry landed in the middle of the battle. The creatures of the Dark Lord were fighting with their friends and allies. "There you are little one" Lord Andrie announced, a muscle in his jaw twitched. "Oh, so this is the son of my brother, the stepson of that stupid human." He paused as his eyes narrowed towards Harry. "...Did you know young man, your stepfather chooses to abandon his family for the power he hopes to get from me? Suc

I help her lift it up, and that is when we see the book that is just sitting there in the sand. I hear Nova's breathing seize. “What's that?” She asks, her voice barely above a whisper. I look around one more time, making sure that we aren't being watched, as I pull the book out of the sand, dusting off the cover. There isn't a name. As I open the book and flip through the pages, they are slightly damp, with almost all the pages empty. I get to the middle, and that is when I see the first drop of ink in the book. The handwriting is more or less scribbling, but I can clearly read everything.

Atlas. The boys. Bastian and Bjorn. The people disappearing. The people dying. The world suddenly felt much larger than it had a few months ago. And much more dangerous. That night, after Mel went to bed, I opened my mother's journal again. The fire had burned low. The bakery sat quiet beneath us. And as I turned the next page, I couldn't shake the feeling that whatever answers I needed were waiting somewhere ahead. I just hoped I found them before whatever was hunting powerful bloodlines found me first.

Emmy had loved that answer. She dipped her pen. “What should I write?” Ignisvath shrugged. “Truth.” “Unhelpful.” “Usually.” Emmy stared at the blank page. How did a person end a story that wasn’t over? Jasmine was alive. Dimitrius was alive. Caliana and Xander were somewhere nearby. Aveline had her own life. Draven was rebuilding one. Vaelgorath had the entire sky. Liora had only begun. Ignisvath sat beside Emmy because he chose to.

Feeling a dull ache on my neck, I touched it and I saw blood, she sliced my skin and I didn't even know, "Impossible," she mumbled, "What is it?" The man stood from the throne, "She is the daughter of Frederick Hall and Emelia Saunders... She is the heir to the Northern pack... She will lead them... To victory," she mumbled the two last words so our we could hear, "Throw her the dungeon!" The man yelled, "We will break her and turned her into our element if surprise."

The centerpiece of the space was an old oak roll-top secretary’s desk, the accordion-type cover pushed up, the desktop littered with papers and Post-It notes and books with Brad’s Toshiba laptop in the middle of it all. “So this is where the magic happens, huh?” Bias said, walking further into the room. “If by ‘magic’ you mean ‘blood, sweat, and tears’, then yes, this is where it all happens.” Wandering over to the desk, Bias picked up one of the books. “Life in Colonial America,” he read. “What are all these books for?” “Research for my Roanoke novel.” “Old school research. You know, you can find a lot of information on the internet these days?”

he choked out, hoping she didn’t notice how uncomfortable he was. “Not only that, but look at that horse over there. He could be King’s twin,” she said with wonder. “You don’t say. Why yes, I think you’re right. Son-of-a-gun,” Brandon said as convincingly as he could. “Well, that makes sense. If I read the book correctly, Shadow Land began as a kind of mirror of our reality,” she mused. “Your reality isn’t the civil war,” he stated flatly. “Reality of the earth plane and humans in general is what I meant,” she replied.