{"product_id":"firefight-isbn-9780385743594","title":"Firefight","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller and sequel to \u003ci\u003eSteelheart\u003c\/i\u003e from \u003c\/b\u003eBrandon Sanderson, the author of \u003ci\u003eOathbringer\u003c\/i\u003e,  coauthor of Robert Jordan’s The Wheel of Time series, and creator of  the internationally bestselling Mistborn trilogy, presents the second  book in the Reckoners series: \u003ci\u003eFirefight\u003c\/i\u003e. \u003cb\u003eAnd don’t miss \u003ci\u003eCalamity\u003c\/i\u003e, the exciting conclusion to the Reckoners series!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    David Charleston has lived for one purpose: to kill Steelheart, the supremely powerful, seemingly invincible Epic who murdered his father. Now Steelheart is dead and David is beginning to question everything that he—and the world—understands about the superhumans they call Epics.\u003cbr\u003e    David’s suspicions are the reason he follows Prof to the flooded city once known as New York. But what he finds there could be what ultimately ends him. The truth might just burn deepest of all. . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cu\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for the Reckoners Series:\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e#1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e Bestselling Series\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003eAnother win for Sanderson\u003c\/b\u003e . . . he’s \u003cb\u003esimply a brilliant writer.\u003c\/b\u003e Period.” —Patrick Rothfuss, author of the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller \u003ci\u003eThe Name of the Wind\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003eAction-packed.\u003c\/b\u003e” —EW.com\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003eCompelling\u003c\/b\u003e.  . . . Sanderson uses plot twists that he teases enough for readers to  pick up on to distract from the more dramatic reveals he has in store.” —\u003ci\u003eThe A.V. Club\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cu\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for the Reckoners Series:\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/u\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The\u003cb\u003e suspense is relentless\u003c\/b\u003e and\u003cb\u003e the climax explosive\u003c\/b\u003e.\"—James Dashner, #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of the Maze Runner series\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003eAnother win for Sanderson\u003c\/b\u003e . . . he’s\u003cb\u003e simply a brilliant writer.\u003c\/b\u003e Period.” —Patrick Rothfuss, author of the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eUSA Today\u003c\/i\u003e bestseller \u003ci\u003eThe Name of the Wind\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e [\u003cb\u003eSTAR\u003c\/b\u003e]   “\u003cb\u003eSnappy dialogue, bizarre plot twists, high-intensity action, and a   touch of mystery and romance\u003c\/b\u003e . . . leaves [readers] panting for the   sequel.” —\u003ci\u003eBooklist,\u003c\/i\u003e Starred\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \"\u003cb\u003eAction-packed.\u003c\/b\u003e\"—EW.com\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “\u003cb\u003eCompelling\u003c\/b\u003e.   . . . Sanderson uses plot twists that he teases enough for   readers  to  pick up on to distract from the more dramatic reveals he  has  in   store.” —The A.V. Club\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003cb\u003eAn absolute page-turner.\u003c\/b\u003e\"”—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\"A \u003cb\u003estraight-up Marvel Comics-style action\u003c\/b\u003e drama.\"—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003eBrandon Sanderson is the author of the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling Reckoners series: \u003ci\u003eSteelheart, Firefight\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eCalamity\u003c\/i\u003e, as well as the internationally bestselling books in the Stormlight Archive and the Mistborn trilogy. He was also chosen to complete Robert Jordan's The Wheel of Time series. His books have been published in more than twenty-five languages and have sold over fifty million copies worldwide. He lives and writes in Utah. To learn more about Brandon and his books, visit him at brandonsanderson.com and follow @BrandSanderson on Twitter.“David?” The voice came from my earpiece.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I shook out of my reverie. I’d been staring at Calamity again, but nearly thirteen years had passed since Calamity’s rise. I wasn’t a kid at home with my father any longer; I wasn’t even an orphan working the munitions factory in the understreets.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I was a Reckoner.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Here,” I answered, shouldering my rifle and crossing the rooftop. It was night, and I swore I could see a red cast to everything from Calamity’s light, though it had never again appeared as bright as it had that first evening.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Downtown Newcago spread out before me, its surfaces reflecting starlight. Everything was steel here. Like a cyborg from the future with the skin ripped off. Only, you know, not murderous. Or, well, alive at all.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Man, I thought. I really do suck at metaphors.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Steelheart was dead now, and we had reclaimed Newcago’s upper streets--including many amenities the elite had once reserved for themselves. I could take a shower every day in my own bathroom. I almost didn’t know what to do with such luxury. Other than, you know, not stink.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Newcago, at long last, was free.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It was my job to make sure it stayed that way.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “I don’t see anything,” I whispered, kneeling beside the edge of the rooftop. I wore an earpiece that connected wirelessly to my mobile. A small camera on the earpiece allowed Tia to watch what I was seeing, and the earpiece was sensitive enough to pick up what I said, even when I spoke very softly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Keep watching,” Tia said over the line. “Cody reports that Prof and the mark went your direction.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “It’s quiet here,” I whispered. “Are you sure--”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The rooftop exploded just beside me. I yelped, rolling backward as the entire building shook, the blast spraying bits of broken metal across me. Calamity! Those shots packed a punch.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Sparks!” Cody yelled over the line. “She got around me, lad. Coming up on your north side--”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His voice was drowned out as another glowing energy pulse shot up from the ground below and ripped the side off the rooftop near where I hid.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Run!” Tia yelled.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Like I needed to be told. I got moving. To my right, a figure materialized out of light. Dressed in a black jumpsuit and sneakers, Sourcefield wore a full mask--like a ninja might wear--and a long black cape. Some Epics bought into the whole “inhuman powers” thing more than others. Honestly, she looked ridiculous--even if she did glow faintly blue and crackle with energy spreading across her body.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If she touched something, she could transform into energy and travel through it. It wasn’t true teleportation, but close enough--and the more conductive the substance, the farther she could travel, so a city made of steel was kind of like paradise for her. It was surprising it had taken her so long to get here.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As if teleportation weren’t enough, her electrical abilities also made her impervious to most weapons. The light shows she gave off were famous; I’d never seen her in person before, but I’d always wanted to see her work.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Just not from so close up.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Scramble the plan!” Tia ordered. “Prof? Jon! Report in! Abraham?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I listened with only half an ear as a globe of crackling electricity whizzed by me. I skidded to a stop and dashed the other way as a second globe passed right through where I’d been standing. That one hit the rooftop, causing another explosion and making me stumble. Shards of metal pelted my back as I scrambled to the side of the building.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Then I leaped off.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I didn’t fall far before hitting the balcony of a penthouse apartment. Heart pounding, I darted inside. A plastic cooler waited on the other side by the door. I threw open the lid and fished around, trying to remain calm.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sourcefield had come to Newcago earlier in the week. She’d started killing immediately--random people, no perceivable purpose behind it. Just like Steelheart had done in his early days. Then she’d started calling out for the citizens to turn in the Reckoners, so she could bring us to justice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A twisted brand of Epic justice. They killed whomever they wanted, but to strike back was an offense so great they could barely conceive it. Well, she’d see soon enough. So far, our plan to bring her down wasn’t going terribly well, but we were the Reckoners. We prepared for the unexpected.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e From the cooler, I pulled out a water balloon.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e This, I thought, had better work.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Tia and I had debated for days on Sourcefield’s weakness. Every Epic had at least one, and often they were random. You had to research an Epic’s history, the things they avoided, to try to figure out what substance or situation might negate their powers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e This balloon contained our best guess as to Sourcefield’s weakness. I turned, hefting the balloon in one hand, rifle in the other, watching the doorway and waiting for her to come after me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “David?” Tia asked over the earpiece.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Yeah?” I whispered, anxious, balloon ready to throw.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Why are you watching the balcony?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Why was I . . . \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Oh, right. Sourcefield could travel through walls.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Feeling like an idiot, I jumped backward just as Sourcefield came down through the ceiling, electricity buzzing all around her. She hit the floor on one knee, hand out, a ball of electricity growing there, casting frantic shadows across the room.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Feeling nothing but a spike of adrenaline, I hurled the balloon. It hit Sourcefield right in the chest, and her energy blast fizzled into nothing. Red liquid from the balloon splashed on the walls and floor around her. Too thin to be blood, it was an old powdered fruit drink you mixed with water and sugar. I remembered it from childhood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And it was her weakness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Heart thumping, I unslung my rifle. Sourcefield stared at her dripping torso as if in shock, though the black mask she wore kept me from seeing her expression. Lines of electricity still worked across her body like tiny glowing worms.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I leveled the rifle and pulled the trigger. 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