Mitosis: A Reckoners Story
Brandon Sanderson
Language: English
Pages: 28
ISBN: B00O8K2X26
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Words of Radiance, coauthor of Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time series and creator of the internationally bestselling Mistborn Trilogy, Brandon Sanderson comes Mitosis, a short story set in the action-packed world of Steelheart: the Reckoners series, exclusively available in the digital format. Epics still plague Newcago, but David and the Reckoners have vowed to fight back. Catch all the action before, Firefight, the exciting sequel to Steelheart, hits shelves in fall 2014.
painted walls and colors … they still hid below. “They think the Epics will return,” Abraham said with a nod. “They are waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak.” “They’ll change,” I said, stubbornly stuffing more of my hot dog into my mouth. I talked around the bite. “They’ll see.” That was what this had all been about, right? Killing Steelheart? It had been to show that we could fight back. Everyone else would understand, eventually. They had to. The Reckoners couldn’t fight every
gazes, strict rules, and suspicious glances, a little friendly chatting with someone more normal went a long way. I welcomed one of the families, telling them how wonderful Newcago was and how glad I was they’d come. I didn’t tell them specifically who I was, though I implied that I was a liaison between the city’s people and the Reckoners. I had the speech down pat by now. As we talked, I saw someone pass to the side. That hair. That figure. I turned immediately, stuttering the last words of
Epic. It had worked just fine when they’d been a shadowy force of aggressors, striking, then fading away. But that wasn’t the case anymore. We had something we had to defend now. “Tia,” I said, “we might not have time for that. Mitosis is here today; we can’t spend months deciding how to bring him down.” “Jon isn’t near,” Tia said. “That means no jackets, no tensors, no harmsway.” That was the truth. Prof’s Epic powers were the source of those abilities, which had saved my life many times in
holes cut into the front windows, which were also steel now. Though empty, the lobby didn’t seem dusty or derelict. I quickly realized what this was—one of the buildings that Steelheart’s favored people had inhabited during the years of his rule. I stepped on a bench by a window, leaning against it and peering through one of the holes. Outside, on the daylit street, the clones slowed in their chase, lowering weapons, looking about. It appeared that I’d managed to lose them. “I would have the
scraped around the doorway, grabbing for me. Each had an old wristwatch on them, and those snapped and broke as they rubbed on the door or wall. When the watches hit the ground, they shattered to dust. “They’re unstable,” Tia said—she was still watching via my video feed. “The more clones he makes, the worse their molecular structure holds together.” The clones forced the door open, throwing me backward. I whipped my rifle from my shoulder and got off one shot as a dozen of them fought into the