Sanderson books read like a movie script or something. They just keep moving forward without really slowing down to paint the environment and let the story breathe.
Well put, I read the first Mistborn but never got really immersed in it, that’s probably why
I don’t know what “slow down and let the story breathe” means, can you explain a bit please? Myself, I’m not sure exactly what it was but I did notice a difference in style between Mistborn and The Way Of Kings. I thought the latter flowed better and illustrated his improvement as a writer; I’d be curious to hear what you think and how you’d quantify the difference, if you give Stormlight Archives a go!
I’ve only read Stormlight so I have no comparison to the other works, but Way Of Kings is like 1/3rd painting scenery of crushing oppression and letting depression breathe.
Sanderson is not right to finish ASOIAF, by his own admission, but it’s not for lack of skill.
Felt the same way. It was around the time the rebellion kicked off before it was ordered to, and the first slave army is defeated. Something about how the whole thing progressed felt oddly rushed.
Well put, I read the first Mistborn but never got really immersed in it, that’s probably why
I don’t know what “slow down and let the story breathe” means, can you explain a bit please? Myself, I’m not sure exactly what it was but I did notice a difference in style between Mistborn and The Way Of Kings. I thought the latter flowed better and illustrated his improvement as a writer; I’d be curious to hear what you think and how you’d quantify the difference, if you give Stormlight Archives a go!
I might, thanks!
I’ve only read Stormlight so I have no comparison to the other works, but Way Of Kings is like 1/3rd painting scenery of crushing oppression and letting depression breathe. Sanderson is not right to finish ASOIAF, by his own admission, but it’s not for lack of skill.
Felt the same way. It was around the time the rebellion kicked off before it was ordered to, and the first slave army is defeated. Something about how the whole thing progressed felt oddly rushed.