Brandon Sanderson: The Lost Metal - Wax & Wayne (Mistborn Era 2) Book 4

I finally finished Mistborn era 2! I loved this series so much (though I think I love era 1 the most still). This story was an incredible addition to Scadrial's story.

In this final installment, we pick up in Elendel at a time of great uncertainty. The outer cities are threatening war, their tentative alliance with the Malwish is falling apart over the Bands of Mourning, and Wax is still in the middle of all of it. Now serving on the senate, Wax is desperately trying to help the Elendel nobles maintain peace while hunting the Set. Unsuccessful thus far at locating his sister, the leader of the Set, Wax is still trying to uncover her plans. Can Wax, Marasi, and Wayne uncover the Set's plans before the invasion of Trell crushes Scadrial?

This was a fitting conclusion for Mistborn's second era. I loved the character development we saw in each of the characters: Marasi, Wax, Wayne, and Steris. I love the involvement of some era 1 characters (one who I am not going to spoil), and the involvement of characters from other worlds in the Cosmere, bringing their magic systems from their respective planets. The end of this book was also as heartbreaking as it was fitting. I won't spoil it, but if you haven't read it, you're in for a proper "Sanderlaunch" as it's come to be called.

This series is so good, and I'm always reminded why Sanderson is so good at playing the long game in his writing.

I rate this book PG/PG-13 for violence, and I gave it ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

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