Review of “The Hero of Ages” by Brandon Sanderson

This is a spoiler free review for “The Hero of Ages,” assuming you have read “The Well of Ascension.”


Brandon Sanderson has done it again, successfully creating the best book that I have ever read. I truly thought that no book could best Mistborn, but “The Hero of Ages” really took the cake. “The Hero of Ages” is the third book in Era 1 of the Mistborn Trilogy, and takes place about a year after the events of book two. Join me as we go over the tour de force that is “The Hero of Ages”.


Teaser: The prophecies were true, and showed Vin to be the Hero of Ages. She took the power at the Well, and released it, unwittingly releasing Ruin from his prison. The ash has begun to fall thicker, and the mists have begun killing people. What else could go wrong?


The Good: Sanderson continues to follow his pattern of putting together books that knock off the socks of any reader. In the conclusion to the Mistborn trilogy, Sanderson finally answers questions rooted in early chapters, and blows away everything you know with an amazing ending. As expected, this book literally left me crying with joy, and sadness. Be careful of Sanderson though, he likes to toy with your feelings.


The Bad: I honestly have no idea what to put here, he simply has such an affinity for writing that I couldn’t find any issues whatsoever.


I really don’t know how to handle what just happened, or how I feel about it. All I do know is that I’m going to go read the first book of Era 2, “The Alloy of Law.” I’ve heard Era 2 is “10/10 like Mistborn with guns.” See you guys later, I need to keep reading.


The Blessings of Anaros Part 2

Hey everybody, time for part 2! Make sure you check out Part 1 so this makes more sense. Once I get a bit more into writing the story, I’ll post a link to the view the story in its entirety. Enjoy!


The Blessings of Anaros Part 2


Anaros sat on his bed, sculpting a Blessing of Strength. The blessing took the form of an arm, and was expertly sculpted with the precision of a master. He was holding the Blessing of Speech he had just crafted to his lips, and the Blessing was glowing. While he charged the Blessing, he would have no ability to speak, but when fully charged, his voice would return. Anaros thought back to his first experiences with Blessings, a wisp of a smile flashing across his face. Tired from the long day, he lay down once more, drifting off to sleep.


Anaros walked out onto the patio, a bottle of his finest ale in his hand, and his pouch in the other. Anaros had barely sat down in his chair, when he felt a massive weight pushing down on his chest. He struggled to move, but without a Blessing of Strength, he was unable to move. He watched as a figure emerged on the horizon, floating on the air as he approached Anaros. Realizing who was approaching him, Anaros growled with a primal, guttural anger. His head burned with fury, and he forced himself to stand, his body screaming in pain as the weight crushed him downward, forcing him into the ground. With considerable effort, Anaros reached into his pouch, and pulled out three Blessings. He crushed 2 of them, but, strangely enough, he swallowed the third, a small pill-like Blessing. The Blessing of Emotion fueled the fury within him, flooding his body with adrenaline, further fueling the power of the Blessing of Strength. The final Blessing, the Blessing of Awareness, enhanced his ability to think clearly, pushing his mind so far that he had given himself the powers of telekinesis. Using his enhanced abilities, Anaros materialized a small shiv, concealing it underneath his cloak.

“Please Anaros, allow me to help,” said the man, revealing two shimmering swords from under his cloak. “Take this sword, and we can have a fair battle.”

“I told you to never show your face here again, Falthor. You have made a grave mistake coming here, and I will not forgive you for what you have done to these people.” Anaros growled, fury apparent in his voice. Anaros picked up the sword, and charged Falthor, screaming with a primal fury unmatched by anything Falthor had ever seen. He whipped the blade around, bringing a crushing blow down on Falthor’s head. Falthor brought up his blade, parrying the blow with some effort, then jabbed at Anaros’s exposed chest, hoping to catch him off guard. Without even thinking, Anaros feinted to the side, slashing at Falthor, catching his sleeve, and cutting a gash in the man’s arm. Falthor screamed in pain, but continued his barrage. He swung with a mighty fury, keeping Anaros on the defensive. Just as Falthor swung his blade in a perfect arc that should have taken of Anaros’s legs, Anaros jumped, producing his small shiv, and plunging it into Falthor’s back.

“I told you to never show your face here again, Falthor, once you set foot in this village, you had sealed your fate. See you in hell.” Anaros said, a sick smile spreading across his face. He lifted his blade, and plunged it through Falthor’s chest. Falthor spit up blood, and his breathing slowed, then stopped. After so many battles, Falthor was finally dead.


I’ll try to post Part 3 later today, but tomorrow at the latest! Stay tuned!


The Blessings of Anaros Part 1

As I said the other day, I absolutely love creative writing, so I decided that I’m going to put out a daily piece of creative writing, each one continuing on the last. If you enjoy this, let me know, and I’ll keep doing it! I hope you enjoy Part 1 of “The Blessing of Anaros”

The Blessing Of Anaros Part 1

The man was once a youthful, pride filled, boy, full of vigor and passion. He stood with a straight spine, and commanded an air of importance wherever he went. Very few people had his potential, but no one knew how far he would take things. The New Empire always found people like him, but no one knew why they took them, nor did anyone care to find out. They were too busy trying to provide for their families, trying to stay alive in a ruthless era of boundless starvation. Anaros was somewhat of an…exception.

The man was a beacon of hope for the people of the New Empire. They looked up to him, but no one knew his name. In any other situation, this may have been strange, but not in the grand city of Felicise. In Felicise, it was every man for himself. A few of the people of Felicise knew him, but none of them would speak to him, out of fear of death. The punishment for speaking to someone who had been Touched was horrible, burning at the stake. The New Empire seemed to have a fear of the Touched that went so far that it almost seemed like a reverence. Anaros was one of the Touched, and he displayed it proudly, flaunting it without even knowing he was doing so.

“Anaros,” the voice whispered. “Anaros, wake up! They’re here for us! You have to help us!”

Anaros slowly sat up, and mumbled something unintelligible. He seemed groggy for a moment, only to be wide awake a moment later. The source of the voice was an elderly man, his eyes welling up with tears. Anaros stood up, and grabbed a pouch off the nightstand, hurrying downstairs to see what all of the commotion was about. Men on horses were approaching the house, weapons gleaming in the moonlight. Anaros stepped casually outside, and fished around for something in his pouch. He pulled out a small object in the shape of an eye, and crushed it in his hand, the powder twinkling in the light of the enemies torches. He then reached back in, and pulled out a small object resembling a mouth, and crushed that as well. Anaros opened his mouth to whisper, his voice amplified by the crushed Blessings.

“Stop!” Anaros commanded, his voice so loud that it knocked men from their saddles. “You will come no further, lest you incur the wrath of a God!”

Most of the men ceased their advance, but a few brave souls rode onward, unphased by his incredibly powerful voice. With a shout, Anaros sent a supersonic pressure cloud toward the cavalrymen, disintegrating them completely with the sheer force of his voice.

“Dare anyone else come forward? Leave this village be, and I will not follow you, but if you lay a hand on any of these villagers, I will find you, I will make you wish you were never born. Mark my words now, I am a patient man, and I will be in no rush to end your life in a timely manner.”

With that, the men backed away, no one daring to face Anaros. The people of the village cheered, and Anaros returned to his bedroom, starting in on shaping another blessing. He still had a few more Blessings of Speech, but one could never have too many.

Check in tomorrow for the next piece of the story! See you guys later!


Autistic Point of View – Poetry

Who doesn’t love a bit of impromptu poetry? I sure do, so here are some of the first ones that I’ve written. A bit depressing, but excellent nonetheless.




Beauty is like a flower, withering by the day

Look not to the body, for it will just fade away

If you truly seek a beauty beyond compare

One which leaves you helpless but to stare

Look unto the soul of a broken individual

With little hope left residual

For it is those who are broken that hold the key

To a soulful beauty one cannot see

For if you seek a person of unfathomable kindness

Find one who has been broken by society’s blindness

For those who have felt the truest of pains

One whom the real world continually drains

Will go to any length to prevent any others

From feeling the pain inflicted by their so called “brothers”




Anxiety is worrying about 99 problems, 98 of which don’t exist

It is a somber cloud that loves to truly, unceasingly persist.

The fear of the unknown and what comes next is nearly unbearable

The persisting power making it oh so terrible

At night the fear continues to creep

Now I must quiet my mind, and try to drift off to sleep.




Late at night, fear comes to me uninvited

Why oh why must I be so spited

To have to bear a weight so great

Its hunger one which I cannot sate

Fear condemns me endlessly

Infecting and destroying me

How could a feeling so primal be stirred

By a short and simple four letter word


Until we meet again.


Autistic Point Of View – Logical Fallacies

Two posts in one day? Oh heck yeah! One of the most interesting things known to man is the idea of philosophy, and that of logical analysis. As someone who is autistic, it comes naturally to me to think logically, therefore, philosophy is extremely fun! One of my favorite philosophical concepts is that of logical fallacies. There are a ton of logical fallacies, and each one has a unique form. Without further adieu, here are my favorites!


The Monte Carlo Fallacy: The “Monte Carlo Fallacy” is a fallacy that is often used in gambling. The idea of the Monte Carlo Fallacy is described in the following story. Joe the gambler has been playing roulette all day, and has had no luck. After 9 spins, Joe realizes that the past 8 have landed on red, so he must be due for a black! Joe, being the incredible logician he is, put everything down on black, only for it to land on red. Too bad Joe didn’t realize that the chances were the same the whole time! Even though the past 8 spins had been on red, that doesn’t change the probability of the next one.


Post Hoc Ergo Propter Hoc Fallacy: The “post hoc ergo propter hoc fallacy”, literally means “after, therefore because.” This fallacy is the idea that because something happened after a certain event, it must have been caused by that event. An example is the idea of vaccines causing Autism. Many people assume that since there have been more cases of autism diagnosed after the popularization of vaccinations, some people draw the conclusion that vaccines cause autism. In some cases, this reasoning is not a fallacy, such as the fact that tsunamis often happen after earthquakes. Yet it is usually illogical, like saying that my grandmother died after David Bowie died, so that means her death was caused by David Bowie’s death. Overall, it’s a very common fallacy, but it’s pretty stupid to use it.


No True Scotsman Fallacy: The “No True Scotsman” fallacy is one where the user shifts the goalposts every time their opponent tries to rationalize something so it doesn’t apply to a “true” example. Example: Angus said that no scotsman puts sugar in his coffee. Angrily, Roghnall exclaims that he is a scotsman and puts sugar in his coffee. Enraged by his comment, Angus exclaims that no “true” scotsman would put sugar in his coffee. This is my alltime favorite fallacy.


Overall, fallacies are gross, and you shouldn’t use them. Avoid them at all costs. See y’all next time!


Autistic Point Of View – Creative Writing Piece

I really love creative writing, so here’s one of my recent stories.

Noland Rydell was the greatest scientist of all time. He truly wanted to change the world, to make it a better place for his people. Too bad the Madness got to him first. Of course, everyone knew it would happen. Noland was so sure it would never take him, that he was simply too strong willed, but everyone knew. What a shame, too, he may have been able to do something for them. The Madness took everyone who was influential, it was just a fact of life. Once someone ascended to a place of power, it would take about 5 years to take them, but it always did. The symptoms were simple, and looks like just another case of dementia, that is, until stage 5. No one had ever seen a stage 5 sufferer, the Government got to them much before then.


Noland sat slumped in his chair, asleep in his office. This wasn’t the first late night he had spent at work, in fact, he spent almost every night there nowadays. Noland was clearly sleeping fitfully, writhing and moaning, until he awoke with a scream. Luckily for him, no one was ever at work at 3 am in the morning, let alone paying any attention to him. He glanced around, his eyes full of terror, and his heart thumping in his chest. Though he refused to admit it, the Madness was beginning to take him. It started out with nightmares, but it got gradually worse. The demons whispered in his ears, and the ghosts that drifted around wailed in the night like lost children. It was all he could do to simply ignore them, but slowly, the whispers turned to screams. What was once a whisper of hatred became screams of fury, and what was once a drifting ghost became a giant spectre.


That night, the Government came for Noland. He had no idea how they knew he had succumbed to the madness, but they came for him anyway. Before he knew what was going on, he was strapped to an operating table, and the men in suits were administering anesthetic. The men in suits was an understatement, in Noland’s opinion. The men were hulking beasts, ones who wore masks to keep themselves from getting sick, their suits bulging at the seams with their monstrous muscles. Noland tried to protest, but before he could, he drifted into nothingness, adrift in an endless abyss of screams.


Noland stared the beast in the eyes as it picked him up, and opened its massive mouth, ready to consume him whole. The beast started with his head, ripping it off with a sickening crunch. The beast chewed, content with what he tasted, and began to start in on his arms, when Noland realized that he wasn’t dead. The beast had just eaten his head, but he was still alive, somehow. With this, Noland was whipped out of the dream world, and brought back to the cold operating table where the men in suits had pinned him down. The first thing he noticed was the screaming, or rather, the lack of it. The ghosts no longer drifted about, and colors seemed to fill his world. The Madness was gone. One of the “beasts” from earlier looked at him, and Noland was surprised to see kindness in the things eyes, as it helped him up, and led him into a conference room. In the room, a very important looking man sat by himself, sipping a cup of coffee. He turned to Noland, and asked him the last question he thought would come out of the man’s mouth.

“You take cream in your coffee Noland?” The man seemed to be genuinely curious, and Noland gave him a thumbs up, unable to find his voice.

“We thought you were a goner, Noland, we really did. We’ve brought hundreds of men in here, and not one has had the will to fight back against the Madness. You really are a special one, aren’t you Noland?” Said the man, with genuine caring in his voice.

“W-w-w-what is this place?” Noland asked, his voice finally returning to him.

“This is where we fight back Noland. This is Ground Zero for our outbreak, and this is where it ends, assuming you’ll help, that is.” The man said with one eyebrow cocked.

“Allow me to introduce myself, I’m General Robertson. I need your help Noland, but first, I want to tell you a story.” The man began.

“Many years ago, a group of archeologists were excavating a site, when they found something strange: an entrance to a massive cavern. The archeologists went in, and they found what they had so hoped that they would find, a small statuette resembling a beast of epic proportions.” Continued General Robertson. “One archeologist went to pick up the statuette, and loe and behold, he released an ancient evil, which brought itself into our world for the first time in thousands of years. This beast is what you saw when we put you under, and this beast is the source of the Madness. Many men died on that table, and gave in to the beast, too weak to fight back. But you, Noland, were able to fight back, and we need that. The Madness will come back to you, but we need you to fight the beast, and weaken it enough to seal it. Can you help us?”

“I can try, I guess,” said Noland, beginning to feel the Madness creep back in. “When do I start?”

“Right now, Noland, we’re putting you back in.” The General said.

The beasts in suits came back, and threw Noland onto the operating table, strapping him down, and jabbing an anesthetic needle into his arm. Noland tried to struggle, but the anesthetic put him under, his limbs becoming weak. He awoke in a room full of darkness, unable to move. All of a sudden, a bright light filled the room, and the beast appeared before him, reaching out to pick him up again. The beast picked him up by the leg, dangling him upside down.

“So, the fools have tried to tell you their false legend, I assume?” The beast said, his voice a booming force. “Did they tell you of my offer?”

“W-w-w-what offer?” Noland whimpered.

“I can give you whatever you desire, as long as you do as I command. I have been unable to leave this spirit room for many thousands of years. Release me, and I will give you everything you could ever desire. Power beyond your wildest dreams. What you do with it is yours to choose, but do as I command first.” The beast continued. “Let me tell you my tale of woe, young mortal. Many years ago, I ruled this land, and the people who dwell upon it. I was no tyrant, boy, I was a kind king. I spent my days ruling this kingdom, until a foolish mortal warrior stepped forth to oppose me. I accepted his challenge, and our battle began. The gods looked favorably upon this boy, and bestowed unto him the power to seal me in the form of this beast. The mortal who sealed me is none other than your little friend General Robertson. If you help me kill him, I will give you anything you desire. You could be my right hand, hm? The beast said, a smile creeping onto his massive face.

“I don’t have the power to kill him, let alone get near him!” Yelled Noland, his voice quivering with fear.

“Allow me to handle that,” the beast said, touching his forehead. Noland felt himself become imbued with power. He had never felt better in his life.

“Take his life, and you will be rewarded, young mortal.” The beast finished. Just as he was about to ask another question, Noland was whipped back to the real world, aware of the cool metal pressing against his skin. He looked around wildly, and one of the beasts helped him up. Without thinking, Noland brought his elbow into the hulking monsters face, sending it flying with terrifying force. The beast slumped against the wall, its face a disgusting mess. Noland whipped around, and pushed his palm against the other beasts chest, feeling a pulse as he tore away the things soul. He made his way into the room where General Robertson resided, his body surrounded by a purple flame. He kicked down the door, and General Robertson sat bolt upright, terror corrupting his features.

“W-w-w-what are you, you beast!” General Robertson screamed.

“I…am…fury.” Replied Noland, his face contorted into an evil smile. He threw out his hand, and General Robertson was flung toward him like a ragdoll. He put his foot on the man’s head, and began to apply force. The general tried to beg for his life, but it was no use, as Noland’s foot went through his skull with a sickening crunch. Noland smiled, and turned to the massive purple portal appearing before him. The beast lumbered out of it, and grabbed Noland by the shoulders.

“What is my a reward?” Asked Noland, excited beyond measure.

“Your reward for freeing me shall be a quick death.” Said the monster, his face forming into a sick smile. Noland heard the last thing he would ever hear before being ripped away from reality. I AM FREE!

Hope you enjoyed!


Autistic Point of View – Astrophysics Rant #1

Man, the universe is weird. Being an astrophysics buff, just about everything in the universe (teehee) interests me. I feel like ranting about General Relativity today, so here goes a bit of a rant session. General Relativity is a theory created by Albert Einstein. Einstein proposed that the very fabric of the universe is made up of something called “space-time”, and everything else in the universe exists on top of that fabric. The two different concepts of space and time interweave to create a cosmic blanket that is the basis for everything in the known universe. Einstein spent his entire life postulating about how gravity could exist and be proven, and General Relativity was the outcome. General Relativity is the idea that gravity occurs because celestial objects of considerable mass warp the fabric of space-time, and cause a kind of divot. If one were to imagine a blanket being pulled tight at all 4 corners, it would be an accurate representation of space-time. Now imagine dropping as bowling ball in the middle. The blanket would stretch downward, and a divot in the blanket would be created by the mass of the bowling ball. If one were to roll a golf ball around the divot, the golf ball would roll around the bowling ball, and either fall in if it was too close, or fly away if it was too far. General Relativity works the same way, and is the most accepted theory of gravity. An example of General Relativity in action is our sun. Since the sun is so massive, it warps space-time around it, causing all of the planets in our solar system to revolve around it. If the sun were to magically disappear, all of the planets would go flying away in multiple directions. If the sun were to get bigger, all of the planets would fall into it slowly, and be burned away. This is Einstein’s Theory of General Relativity.


Hope you enjoyed!