Brandon Sanderson Novels Novels & Stories

“My father sat here.” Draven stood near the windows. “So did ours before him.” Ignisvath looked at his brother. “Yes.” Draven crossed his arms. “You’re going to burn it.” Ignisvath smiled. “Yes.” “Can I help?” Ignisvath considered. Then— “Please.” Draven’s expression softened. Emmy stepped back. This was theirs. Two brothers. One throne. A father who had nearly destroyed one son and unknowingly left the other carrying a crown built from the same system.

I curled up on the floor, felt a rush of iron in my throat—and coughed up a mouthful of blood. That bright-eyed boy I used to be—the one who still had hope—faded into nothing. After that, I had nothing left to live for. Until just now, when this wretched, drifting life of mine finally ended. Matthew, your big brother is coming to join you. I've finally paid for my sin.

Perhaps that's what has made us business partners for this long. “This is good brandy. I must have my men buy more of this.” His voice carries lazily through the room. Irritation stretches me so thin my jaw tightens painfully. He is here talking of brandy when one of his men double crossed me. “This isn’t a time for admiring drinks, Shoeman.” I cut in impatiently. He lifts a brow. The man is powerful. He has always supplied me with the finest organs since I can remember. Since I started this fraternity.

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.

Time passed, though she could no longer measure it. Exhausted, she collapsed on the floor, unable to speak. Only then did Jack stop, leaning over her with a threat. “Alanna, I’m warning you one last time. Lewis is dead. If you want to live, obey me. “Cross me again, and you’ll be very sorry that you did!” … Disgusted by the blood on his hands, Jack locked the door and went to the bathroom to clean himself. Alanna lay sprawled across the floor, drenched in blood and utterly ruined.

they said. Their looks, some envious, some ribbing, did not coax a smile from me. The truth was the complete opposite. Sebastian and I had been through thick and thin over the years, usually as tight as could be. However, whenever trouble brewed, he expected me to back down without a second thought for my feelings. He always pitted me against him, no matter the place or the reason. We had more blow-ups than I could count.

She’s serious. “I don’t quite understand what you’re talking about,” I said. “Let me start again.” She took a deep breath before talking. “Believe me. I know it won’t be so easy to comprehend now…” I braced myself. “That night, your brother didn’t die. Your mother warned me about your uncle, his name is Andreas.” She shuddered after saying his name. “She has a twin too.” “Okay… what about my uncle?” I never thought we had other families. My father never told me anything. It was just us my whole life. I even didn’t have Christmas holidays with my Grandparents. So I assumed we had no one else.

I say stretching my arms above my head. Flavius let's out a quiet chuckle. "We're barely in that room for ten minutes and you all ready need a break?" He teases with a loose smile. "If I am being honest, Norveig makes me nervous. You might not know this, but she helped my grandfather create the Perilous Horde after The Fires. Her approval means a lot. Though I never got to know her personally, I respect her greatly. If she were to form a foul opinion of me, I am not sure what I would do," I tell him.

Nio stood still, waiting for the attack, when several goblin archers on the barricades shouted: "Sunbringer, that's the Sunbringer." The shout spread among the crowd and while some called him by his new nickname, others shouted: "King slayer!" The shamans at the barricades hesitated. That hesitation gave Shieena just enough time to yell: “I am bringing home your brothers and sisters, all of them former prisoners from Canestor. I bring with me the Sunbringer, killer of the dwarf king. You will not use force against us. If you do, he will destroy you with his terrible black magic. He will rain terror and death upon you!”

Luyando wiped away her tears with a rage that was beyond her years, her gaze still fixed disapprovingly on her father. “What about me!” Luyando cried, her hand hitting her chest. “Am I not a good enough reason for you to want to live?” As if in response, Bernard Chimeko stretched in his sleep and wiped at his drool before turning to face the other way. Luyando took in every piece of his being; the dirty sandals on his feet with enough holes in them that defeated the manufacturers original purpose of production, the tone jeans and the oversized sweater with a colour she was convinced could not be traced on the colour wheel.