Warbreaker by Brandon Sanderson (English) Paperback Book

Description: Warbreaker by Brandon Sanderson Epic fantasy heavyweight Sanderson pens a powerful stand-alone tale . . . Sanderson melds complex, believable characters, a marvelous world and thoughtful, ironic humor into an extraordinary and highly entertaining story.--"Publishers Weekly," starred review. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description From the author of the connected universe of the Cosmere comes the standalone novel from which spring characters who later play roles in the #1 New York Times bestselling Stormlight Archive. In the world of Warbreaker, each person is born endowed with the power of one Breath--which can be sold and collected by others, then used to Awaken objects and even corpses to do their bidding. A few individuals who die in glory return as gods, with the power of thousands of Breath, but no memory of their mortal lives--and are enthroned in the Court of Gods in Hallandrens capital. To Vivenna and Siri, princesses of Idris, the abuse of Breath and the claim of the Returned to be gods are repugnant blasphemy. But with one princess wed to the God King of their nations enemies in a bid for peace, the other finds she must rely on Breath-using mercenaries to try to rescue her sister from her monstrous husband. Lightsong the Bold, a lesser god who doubts his own religion, starts investigating mysterious murders in the Court of Gods and uncovers haunting clues to his own forgotten past. He is one of four gods who controls the army of Awakened Lifeless soldiers, and one faction is inciting an invasion of Idris despite the marriage treaty. Vasher--wielder of the sapient sword Nightblood--works behind the scenes against the declaration of war, but Lightsongs visions of bloodshed prophesy its inevitability. Can the new queen, unaware of her sisters imminent rescue attempt, persuade Lightsong and also somehow get through to the aloof God King--who she has been forbidden to speak to or even look in the eyes--before her homeland is destroyed? Other Tor books by Brandon Sanderson The CosmereThe Stormlight ArchiveThe Way of KingsWords of RadianceEdgedancer (Novella)Oathbringer The Mistborn trilogyMistborn: The Final EmpireThe Well of AscensionThe Hero of Ages Mistborn: The Wax and Wayne seriesAlloy of LawShadows of SelfBands of Mourning CollectionArcanum Unbounded Other Cosmere novelsElantrisWarbreaker The Alcatraz vs. the Evil Librarians seriesAlcatraz vs. the Evil LibrariansThe Scriveners BonesThe Knights of CrystalliaThe Shattered LensThe Dark Talent The Rithmatist seriesThe Rithmatist Other books by Brandon SandersonThe ReckonersSteelheartFirefightCalamity Author Biography Brandon Sanderson grew up in Lincoln, Nebraska. He lives in Utah with his wife and children and teaches creative writing at Brigham Young University. His bestsellers have sold 32 million copies worldwide and include the Mistborn saga; the Stormlight Archive novels; and other novels, including The Rithmatist, Steelheart, and Skyward. He won a Hugo Award for The Emperors Soul, a novella set in the world of his acclaimed first novel, Elantris. Additionally, he completed Robert Jordans The Wheel of Time(R). Visit his website for behind-the-scenes information on all his books. Review "Not only has Sanderson drawn a freshly imagined world and its society, he has also given us a plot full of unexpected twists and turns. . . . Anyone looking for a different and refreshing fantasy novel will be delighted by this exceptional tale of magic, mystery and the politics of divinity. Warbreaker might even take your breath away." --Michael Moorcock "Epic fantasy heavyweight Sanderson pens a powerful stand-alone tale of unpredictable loyalties, dark intrigue and dangerous magic. . . . Sanderson melds complex, believable characters, a marvelous world and thoughtful, ironic humor into an extraordinary and highly entertaining story." --Publishers Weekly (starred review) on Warbreaker "Sanderson again demonstrates his capacity for handling large and complex themes while creating believable characters." --Library Journal (starred review) on Warbreaker "Hilarious dialogue, descriptive action sequences, and genuinely sweet romance. . . . Sanderson knows how to wrap things up cleanly. He spins a world thats easily complex and mysterious enough to warrant sequels, but prefers to end it climactically, answering many of his biggest questions, while leaving others to the imagination." --The Onion on Warbreaker "Sanderson is clearly a master of large-scale stories, splendidly depicting worlds as well as strong female characters. . . . May the author write long and prosper." --Booklist on Warbreaker "A highly readable and compelling stand-alone volume from the acclaimed author of the Mistborn trilogy. . . . Highly recommended to fans of epic fantasy." --The Romantic Times BOOKreviews 4 1/2 Stars TOP PICK! Review Quote Sanderson is clearly a master of large-scale stories, splendidly depicting worlds as well as strong female characters. . . . May the author write long and prosper. Excerpt from Book Chapter One There were great advantages to being unimportant. True, by many peoples standards, Siri wasnt "unimportant." She was, after all, the daughter of a king. Fortunately, her father had four living children, and Siri-at seventeen years of age-was the youn gest. Fafen, the daughter just older than Siri, had done the family duty and become a monk. Above Fafen was Ridger, the eldest son. He would inherit the throne. And then there was Vivenna. Siri sighed as she walked down the path back to the city. Vivenna, the firstborn, was . . . well . . . Vivenna. Beautiful, poised, perfect in most every way. It was a good thing, too, considering the fact that she was betrothed to a god. Either way, Siri-as fourth child-was redundant. Vivenna and Ridger had to focus on their studies; Fafen had to do her work in the pastures and homes. Siri, however, could get away with being unimportant. That meant she could disappear into the wilderness for hours at a time. People would notice, of course, and she would get into trouble. Yet even her father would have to admit that her disappearance hadnt caused much inconvenience. The city got along just fine without Siri-in fact, it tended to do a little better when she wasnt around. Unimportance. To another, it might have been offensive. To Siri it was a blessing. She smiled, walking into the city proper. She drew the inevitable stares. While Bevalis was technically the capital of Idris, it wasnt that big, and everyone knew her by sight. Judging by the stories Siri had heard from passing ramblemen, her home was hardly even a village compared with the massive metropolises in other nations. She liked it the way it was, even with the muddy streets, the thatched cottages, and the boring-yet sturdy-stone walls. Women chasing runaway geese, men pulling donkeys laden with spring seed, and children leading sheep on their way to pasture. A grand city in Xaka, Hudres, or even terrible Hallandren might have exotic sights, but it would be crowded with faceless, shouting, jostling crowds, and haughty noblemen. Not Siris preference; she generally found even Bevalis to be a bit busy for her. Still, she thought, looking down at her utilitarian grey dress, Ill bet those cities have more colors. Thats something I might like to see. Her hair wouldnt stand out so much there. As usual, the long locks had gone blond with joy while shed been out in the fields. She concentrated, trying to rein them in, but she was only able to bring the color to a dull brown. As soon as she stopped focusing, her hair just went back to the way it had been. Shed never been very good at controlling it. Not like Vivenna. As she continued through the town, a group of small figures began trailing her. She smiled, pretending to ignore the children until one of them was brave enough to run forward and tug on her dress. Then she turned, smiling. They regarded her with solemn faces. Idris children were trained even at this age to avoid shameful outbursts of emotion. Austrin teachings said there was nothing wrong with feelings, but drawing attention to yourself with them was wrong. Siri had never been very devout. It wasnt her fault, she reasoned, if Austre had made her with a distinct inability to obey. The children waited patiently until Siri reached into her apron and pulled out a couple of brightly colored flowers. The childrens eyes opened wide, gazing at the vibrant colors. Three of the flowers were blue, one yellow. The flowers stood out starkly against the towns determined drabness. Other than what one could find in the skin and eyes of the people, there wasnt a drop of color in sight. Stones had been whitewashed, clothing bleached grey or tan. All to keep the color away. For without color, there could be no Awakeners. The girl who had tugged Siris skirt finally took the flowers in one hand and dashed away with them, the other children following behind. Siri caught a look of disproval in the eyes of several passing villagers. None of them confronted her, though. Being a princess-even an unimportant one-did have its perks. She continued on toward the palace. It was a low, single- story building with a large, packed- earth courtyard. Siri avoided the crowds of haggling people at the front, rounding to the back and going in the kitchen entrance. Mab, the kitchen mistress, stopped singing as the door opened, then eyed Siri. "Your fathers been looking for you, child," Mab said, turning away and humming as she attacked a pile of onions. "I suspect that he has." Siri walked over and sniffed at a pot, which bore the calm scent of boiling potatoes. "Went to the hills again, didnt you? Skipped your tutorial sessions, Ill bet." Siri smiled, then pulled out another of the bright yellow flowers, spinning it between two fingers. Mab rolled her eyes. "And been corrupting the city youth again, I suspect. Honestly, girl, you should be beyond these things at your age. Your father will have words with you about shirking your responsibilities." "I like words," Siri said. "And I always learn a few new ones when Father gets angry. I shouldnt neglect my education, now should I?" Mab snorted, dicing some pickled cucumbers into the onions. "Honestly, Mab," Siri said, twirling the flower, feeling her hair shade a little bit red. "I dont see what the problem is. Austre made the flowers, right? He put the colors on them, so they cant be evil. I mean, we call him God of Colors, for heavens sake." "Flowers aint evil," Mab said, adding something that looked like grass to her concoction, "assuming theyre left where Austre put them. We shouldnt use Austres beauty to make ourselves more important." "A flower doesnt make me look more important." "Oh?" Mab asked, adding the grass, cucumber, and onions to one of her boiling pots. She banged the side of the pot with the flat of her knife, listening, then nodded to herself and began fishing under the counter for more vegetables. "You tell me," she continued, voice muffled. "You really think walking through the city with a flower like that didnt draw attention to yourself?" "Thats only because the city is so drab. If there were a bit of color around, nobody would notice a flower." Mab reappeared, hefting a box filled with various tubers. "Youd have us decorate the place like Hallandren? Maybe we should start inviting Awakeners into the city? Howd you like that? Some dev il sucking the souls out of children, strangling people with their own clothing? Bringing men back from the grave, then using their dead bodies for cheap labor? Sacrificing women on their unholy altars?" Siri felt her hair whiten slightly with anxiety. Stop that! she thought. The hair seemed to have a mind of its own, responding to gut feelings. "That sacrificing-maidens part is only a story," Siri said. "They dont really do that." "Stories come from somewhere." "Yes, they come from old women sitting by the hearth in the winter. I dont think we need to be so frightened. The Hallandren will do what they want, which is fine by me, as long as they leave us alone." Mab chopped tubers, not looking up. "Weve got the treaty, Mab," Siri said. "Father and Vivenna will make sure were safe, and that will make the Hallandren leave us alone." "And if they dont?" "They will. You dont need to worry." "They have better armies," Mab said, chopping, not looking up, "better steel, more food, and those . . . those things. It makes people worry. Maybe not you, but sensible folk." The cooks words were hard to dismiss out of hand. Mab had a sense, a wisdom beyond her instinct for spices and broths. However, she also tended to fret. "Youre worrying about nothing, Mab. Youll see." "Im just saying that this is a bad time for a royal princess to be running around with flowers, standin out and inviting Austres dislike." Siri sighed. "Fine, then," she said, tossing her last flower into the stewpot. "Now we can all stand out together." Mab froze, then rolled her eyes, chopping a root. "I assume that was a vanavel flower?" "Of course," Siri said, sniffing at the steaming pot. "I know better than to ruin a good stew. And I still say youre overreacting." Mab sniffed. "Here," she said, pulling out another knife. "Make yourself useful. Theres roots that need choppin." "Shouldnt I report to my father?" Siri said, grabbing a gnarled vanavel root and beginning to chop. "Hell just send you back here and make you work in the kitchens as a punishment," Mab said, banging the pot with her knife again. She firmly believed that she could judge when a dish was done by the way the pot rang. "Austre help me if Father ever discovers I like it down here." "You just like being close to the food," Mab said, fishing Siris flower out of the stew then tossing it aside. "Either way, you cant report to him. Hes in conference with Yarda." Siri gave no reaction-she simply continued to chop. Her hair, however, grew blond with excitement. Fathers conferences with Yarda usually last hours, she thought. Not much point in simply sitting around, waiting for him to get done.... Mab turned to get something off the table, and by the time she looked back, Siri had bolted out the door and was on her way toward the royal stables. Bare minutes later, she galloped away from the palace, wearing her favorite brown cloak, feeling an exhilarated thrill that sent her hair into a deep blond. A nice quick ride would be a good way to round out the day. After all, her punishment was likely to be the same either way. DEDELIN, KING OF IDRIS, set the letter down on his desk. He had stared Details ISBN0765360039 Author Brandon Sanderson Short Title WARBREAKER Language English ISBN-10 0765360039 ISBN-13 9780765360038 Media Book DEWEY FIC Series Tor Fantasy Residence Orem, UT, US Imprint Tor Books Year 2010 Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States Translated from English Publication Date 2010-03-30 US Release Date 2010-03-30 UK Release Date 2010-03-30 AU Release Date 2010-05-04 NZ Release Date 2010-05-04 Pages 688 Publisher St Martins Press Format Paperback Illustrations Maps Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:43670229;

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