In a world where politics and survival go hand in hand, magic is a tool, steam is power and no one is beyond the reach of the Mistborn. Metal fuels the magic of this world, and Death walks about with nails in his eyes.
The world is getting weirder. Darker every single day. Things are spinning around faster and faster, and threatening to go completely awry. Falcons and falconers. The center cannot hold. But some people are busy trying to nail things down. Some of us don't want to live in a world where the strong rule and the weak cower. We'd rather make a place where things are a little quieter. Where the politicians and the koloss know better than to come after honest folk and the Faceless Immortals don't come to snatch our children out of their cradles. We're going to take this rough world and we're going to make a home out of it.