Sanderson has never disappointed me. (Well, okay, once: but it was the first book he ever published. I can forgive that.) He has a brilliant imagination, and—unlike some other authors I could name—the technical proficiency to do it justice. This results in book after book with richly complex worlds, relatable and believably flawed characters, and a thrilling, clever plot lines.
I was an immediate fan of the original Mistborn trilogy, books 1-3. The events of books 4-6 (which are officially recognized as part of the series, but are also something of a spinoff) take place a few centuries later, with accompanying advancements in social organization and technology. Readers of the original trilogy will enjoy the easter-egg type references to those events and characters.
Because this is book 6, I can’t say too much without betraying things that are revealed in previous books. But I will say this:
First, Steris is a delightful character. Initially, it seems that the reader isn’t meant to like her, but I always have, from the very beginning of reboot series. Subsequent books have only increased my opinion of her. She’s the perfect foil for the main character, Wax.
Second, the ending of this book is a mindblower. It mows right over the established boundaries of the Mistborn universe with absolutely no warning. The reader doesn’t see it coming. The characters don’t see it coming, either, and one of those characters is an omniscient god!
The Bands of Mourning are the mythical metalminds owned by the Lord Ruler, said to grant anyone who wears them the powers that the Lord Ruler had at his command. Hardly anyone thinks they really exist. A [spoiler] researcher has returned to Elendel with images that seem to depict the Bands, as well as writings in a language that no one can read. Waxillium Ladrian is recruited to travel south to the city of New Seran to investigate. Along the way he discovers hints that point to the true goals of [spoiler] and the shadowy organization known as The Set.