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The Lord Ruler's perfect capital city, Luthadel, is doing the impossible: rebelling. Skaa half-breeds are being taught the power of Allomancy, something that the Lord Ruler's obligators said only existed in the nobility. The enslaved skaa, with their murderous benefactor, now fight back against a living god's oppression.

So, the Inquisition was formed. The nobles begin to fear assassination from all sides. The times of nobility Mistborn killing each other are over. The Steel Inquisitors look for aristocrat traitors and insurgent skaa, and the skaa try with all their strength to merely survive. The Lord Ruler's perfect Final Empire is slowly devolving into chaos.

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A Lovely Night

Musical Tristand Entrone Adrianne Entrone

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#1 Tristand Entrone

Member of Lucille Deveaux's Book Club

Posted 05 April 2018 - 11:36 PM

Tristand walked with Adrianne holding his arm away from a dinner party in Fellise where they had just finished turning everyone into friends or potential allies with their silver tongues and good business sense. Tristand grinned.

"Come on," he said. He led Adrianne down a garden path of the estate instead of to their carriage that would take them home.

Once they rounded a corner, he could see the sun start to dip below the horizon. They had a beautifully framed view of a gorgeous, romantic sunset. Tristand stopped walking, and stepped away from Adrianne for a moment, looking back over his shoulder at her, smirk playing on his lips. He turned fully toward her and started to sing.

"The sun is nearly gone
The mists will come 'til dawn
A silver shine that stretches to the sea

We've stumbled on a view
That's tailor-made for two
What a shame those two are you and me

Some other girl and guy
Would love this swirling sky
But there's only you and I
And we've got no shot

This could never be
You're not the type for me"

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