Thus far, I haven't read anything by Sanderson that I haven't loved. Like his previous Waxillium and Wayne novel*, this is a rip-roaring adventure: part-Wild West, part-Victorian in its influences, and underpinned by Sanderson's brilliant metal-based magic system. Initially I had mixed feelings about this book: the writing style seemed looser than usual in places, as though some parts had been edited more closely than others, and I wasn't wholly convinced that the plot had as much depth as I have come to expect from this author. On the latter count, though, I should have known better: as the plot elements began to dovetail together, Sanderson's trademark exploration of philosophical issues came to the fore, this time tackling questions of identity and free will. This is a book of deep shadows, despite the levity with which much of the dialogue is scattered; the balance of light and dark plays out well and the ending packs a hefty emotional punch. One of the great joys of the 'modern' Mistborn books is the way elements from the original trilogy are woven in, transformed into the myths and legends of the new age. As with all his books, this ultimately gave me food for thought as well as great entertainment, and I shall certainly be revisiting it at a later date.*The Alloy of Law