Three hundred years after the events of the Mistborn trilogy, Scadrial is now on the verge of modernity, with railroads to supplement the canals, electric lighting in the streets and the homes of the wealthy, and the first steel-framed skyscrapers racing for the clouds.
When family obligations forced Waxillium Ladrian to forsake the frontier lands and return to the metropolis of his birth to take his place as head of a noble House, he little imagined that the crime-fighting skills acquired during twenty years in the dusty plains would be just as applicable in the big city. He soon learned that there too, just being a talented Twinborn — one who can use both Allomancy and Feruchemy, the dominant magical modes on Scadrial — would not suffice.
This bustling, optimistic, but still shaky society will now face its first test by terrorism and assassination, crimes intended to stir up labor strife and religious conflict. Wax, his eccentric sidekick Wayne, and brilliant, beautiful young Marasi, now officially part of the constabulary, must unravel the conspiracy before civil strife can stop Scadrial’s progress in its tracks.
“Of course not. I’d have shot you right in the head, Wayne.”
“You’re a good friend,” Wayne said. “Thanks, Wax.”
“You’re the only person I know that I can cheer up by promising to kill him.”
Overall, a good book. I struggled to get into it for a while. I took a very, very long time to warm up this one. The ending was great though. Very powerful. Very, very unexpected. Typically, with Sanderson, I can look back and say to myself “yeah, okay, perhaps I should have saw that and read between the lines and squint a little bit, and I could have caught that”. With Shadows of Self, I didn’t have that. It was 100% unexpected, I saw no signs to any of the bombshells he dropped at the end there. I keep going over it in my head, and there is nothing.
I like how Sanderson incorporates era one Mistborn trilogy into the new era two series. It is subtle at first. Everyone we love from era one is just worshipped by the peoples in various ways. Then it gets less subtle. And less subtle. Until finally, you actually once again feel like this is the same world with the same peoples with some of the same problems. Then it subtly gets more. More in ways you wouldn’t quite understand if you haven’t read around the Sanderson Block before.
The characters. Wax is still awesome. Wayne is still somehow awesomer (though I left feeling like I needed more of him in this book, somehow). A book of just these two would be great. I also really liked most of the kandra is this book. They added a lot to the story. The females still need work. Marasi bugs me constantly. I can’t describe what it is about her that I dislike, because it just feels like everything. Wax’s fiancee, Steris, grew on me as a person, but not much as a character. Steris still barely exists as a character. Always gets shuffled off to the side.
I’m still having troubles with the plot, though. I’m just not caring for it. It is a detective series set in the world of Mistborn. The world building is fantastic, the characters are great….the plot is trying to put me to sleep. The Sanderlanches at the end don’t ever seem to make up for it, either. I still like the books, overall. I’m just having trouble connecting to them. It may be a personal thing, because I’m really tired of detective stories right now.
Still good. Great world-building. Fun main characters. Makes me break myself laughing. Kind of boring story. Still worth the read.