“...a world where flowers returned, a world with green plants, a world where no soot fell from the sky…” (Kelsier, The Final Empire)
That was the world Kelsier yearned to bring back. And the world he swore to die fighting for.

Mistborn: The Final Empireby Brandon Sanderson paints a tale of political conflict and emotional redemption in a gritty urban landscape. This novel grabbed onto my heart in the days of sixth-grade literature circles, yanking me into the...

“...a world where flowers returned, a world with green plants, a world where no soot fell from the sky…”
That was the world Kelsier yearned to bring back. And the world he swore to die fighting for.

Mistborn: The Final Empire by Brandon Sanderson paints a tale of trauma and redemption in a gritty urban landscape. This novel grabbed onto my heart in the days of sixth-grade literature circles, yanking me into the genre of epic fantasy — and boy...

“...a world where flowers returned, a world with green plants, a world where no soot fell from the sky…”
That was the world Kelsier yearned to bring back. And the world he swore to die fighting for.

Mistborn: The Final Empire by Brandon Sanderson paints a tale of trauma and redemption. This story grabbed onto my heart in the days of sixth-grade literature circles, setting a gold standard for the world of Epic Fantasy — and boy, I don't...

Nina's smile vanished when she spotted that streak of yellow-green hair.
Judy. That traitor.
They wore the gray T-Shirts, masks, and wristbands of the Naturalists; blending in amidst the soaring complexes and somber sky, swarming before the purple-plus-sign buildings. She'd numbed herself to their shrieks long ago; waving cheerfully from her platform, watching the robots spray down the horde of protestors. 

She silently gulped her fifth cup of CALM-omile Tea. She’d used up the last packet in her leather...

Was it too late?
The question I keep coming back to
The fly I keep swatting away
The hope I kept cached in the crevice of my mind
To live a life without yearning
To stay grounded in the ‘real world’
To keep the dreamer tucked away
Under sheets of fear and denial
Because who knows what would happen 
If I let myself roam.

Remember when we could
Barely put one foot in front of the next
Yet faced the...