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Firefight

Reckoners Band 2

The #1 New York Times bestseller and sequel to Steelheart from Brandon Sanderson, the author of Oathbringer, 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: Firefight. And don't miss Calamity, the exciting conclusion to the Reckoners series!
Newcago is free.
They told David it was impossible, that even the Reckoners had never killed a High Epic. Yet Steelheart--invincible, immortal, unconquerable--is dead. And he died by David's hand.
Eliminating Steelheart was supposed to make life simpler. Instead, it only made David realize he has questions. Big ones. And no one in Newcago can give him answers.
Babylon Restored, the city formerly known as the borough of Manhattan, has possibilities, though. Ruled by the mysterious High Epic Regalia, Babylon Restored is flooded and miserable, but David is sure it's the path that will lead him to what he needs to find. Entering a city oppressed by a High Epic despot is risky, but David's willing to take the gamble. Because killing Steelheart left a hole in David's heart. A hole where his thirst for vengeance once lived. Somehow, he filled that hole with another Epic--Firefight. And now he will go on a quest darker and even more dangerous than the fight against Steelheart to find her, and to get his answers.

Praise for the Reckoners Series:

#1 New York Times Bestselling Series

"Another win for Sanderson . . . he's simply a brilliant writer. Period." -Patrick Rothfuss, author of the New York Times and USA Today bestseller The Name of the Wind

"Action-packed." -EW.com

"Compelling. . . . 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
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Brandon Sanderson is the author of the #1
New York Times bestselling Reckoners series:
Steelheart, Firefight, and
Calamity, 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 millions of 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.
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  • “David?” The voice came from my earpiece.

    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.

    I was a Reckoner.

    “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.

    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.

    Man, I thought. I really do suck at metaphors.

    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.

    Newcago, at long last, was free.

    It was my job to make sure it stayed that way.

    “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.

    “Keep watching,” Tia said over the line. “Cody reports that Prof and the mark went your direction.”

    “It’s quiet here,” I whispered. “Are you sure--”

    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.

    “Sparks!” Cody yelled over the line. “She got around me, lad. Coming up on your north side--”

    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.

    “Run!” Tia yelled.

    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.

    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.

    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.

    Just not from so close up.

    “Scramble the plan!” Tia ordered. “Prof? Jon! Report in! Abraham?”

    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.

    Then I leaped off.

    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.

    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.

    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.

    From the cooler, I pulled out a water balloon.

    This, I thought, had better work.

    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.

    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.

    “David?” Tia asked over the earpiece.

    “Yeah?” I whispered, anxious, balloon ready to throw.

    “Why are you watching the balcony?”

    Why was I . . . 

    Oh, right. Sourcefield could travel through walls.

    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.

    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.

    And it was her weakness.

    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.

    I leveled the rifle and pulled the trigger. The crack of gunfire indoors all but deafened me, but I delivered a bullet directly toward Sourcefield’s face.

    That bullet exploded as it passed through her energy field. Even soaked with the Kool-Aid, her protections worked.

    She looked at me, her electricity flaring to life--growing more violent, more dangerous, lighting the room like a calzone stuffed with dynamite.

    Uh-oh . . .
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Einband gebundene Ausgabe
Seitenzahl 432
Altersempfehlung 12 - 15
Erscheinungsdatum 06.01.2015
Sprache Englisch
ISBN 978-0-385-74358-7
Verlag Random House US
Maße (L/B/H) 23.8/15.9/4 cm
Gewicht 653 g
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Metaphors or Similes?
von Vorleser am 06.03.2017
Bewertet: Medium: H?rbuch (Digital)

This is just a brief review, but don’t let this stop you from listening to this great trilogy. No fantasy story, as Brandon Sanderson fans might expect, but a dystopy. This is the second volume in the Reckoners trilogy, and it was another great listen. MacLeod Andrews does a fantastic job at bringing the characters to l... This is just a brief review, but don’t let this stop you from listening to this great trilogy. No fantasy story, as Brandon Sanderson fans might expect, but a dystopy. This is the second volume in the Reckoners trilogy, and it was another great listen. MacLeod Andrews does a fantastic job at bringing the characters to life, and the story has a lot of surprises, too. You really don’t know who to trust, and what to believe. David himself doubts that killing the epics is the right thing to do. He’d rather try to save them, but this idea isn’t fancied by anyone else in his team. The situation seems hopeless, a small team of people are fighting against men with superpowers — yet there’s humour to be found, especially when our hero uses his badly chosen similes, which he himself calls metaphors. The language is very good, demonstrating once again that you can write a book without resorting to cussing and cursing and yet portray the most difficult and hopeless situations in a convincing manner. In the end, the line between friends and foes starts to blur, and the result is surprising. I can’t wait to listen to the third and last book in this fantastic series.

Auf nach Babilar
von Drachenfeuer am 24.02.2016

Steelheart ist tot, getötet von den Reckoners. Newcago ist nun eine freie Stadt, die nicht mehr unter der Tyrannei der Epics leiden muss. Die Reckoners tun ihr bestes, um es auch dabei zu belassen, doch sie haben es nicht leicht. Immer wieder greifen andere Epics die Stadt an. Allen scheint eines gemeinsam zu sein: Sie kommen au... Steelheart ist tot, getötet von den Reckoners. Newcago ist nun eine freie Stadt, die nicht mehr unter der Tyrannei der Epics leiden muss. Die Reckoners tun ihr bestes, um es auch dabei zu belassen, doch sie haben es nicht leicht. Immer wieder greifen andere Epics die Stadt an. Allen scheint eines gemeinsam zu sein: Sie kommen aus Babylon Restored, dem einstigen New York. Dort regiert ein weiterer High Epic, Regalia mit Namen. Prof beschließt, nach Babilar zu gehen und Regalia das Handwerk zu legen, David soll mit ihm kommen. Dieser folgt dem Anführer der Reckoners nur allzu bereitwillig, nicht zuletzt weil Megan, bekannt als Firefight, zuletzt in Babilar gesehen worden war. Damit beginnt ein weiteres Abenteuer der Reckoners, der zweite Band ihres Kampfes gegen die Epics. Ich bin dieses Mal ein wenig hin und her gerissen, trotz der Fünf-Sterne-Bewertung, die dieses Buch nichtsdestotrotz verdient hat. Auch im zweiten Band geht es wieder heiß her mit fast schon cineastischem Worldbuilding. Sanderson baut die Welt der Epics weiter aus und fügt ihr ausgesprochen kreative Dinge hinzu, etwas, das er nachweißlich ja hervorragend beherrscht. Babilar wird als eines der weltgrößten Rätsel beschrieben. Regalia hat die ganze Stadt geflutet, sodass die Häuser wie Inseln aus dem Meer ragen. Darüber hinaus läuchten in der ganzen Stadt die Graffities in der Nacht in prächtigen Farben, ebenso die seltsamen Pflanzen, die überall wachsen und die Bewohner von Babilar ernähren. Niemand weiß so genau, warum das so ist, doch vermutet man einen geheimnisvollen Epic namens Dawnslight als Urheber des phaszinierenden Phänomens. Noch immer ist die Actiondichte sehr hoch, doch finde ich, dass es im Vergleich zu Steelheart ruhiger zugeht. Hier wird mehr geplottet, überlegt und geplant, was in der Stadt vor sich geht, was Regalia damit bezwecken will, als sie erst Obliteration in die Stadt holte, um sie zu zerstören, und dann doch die Reckoners bittet, ihn zu töten. Und was stimmt, was sie über Calamity sagt, und was sind Lügen? Kann sie wirklich andere Epics erschaffen? Und und und. Am Ende des Buches sind viele Fragen offen, die sehr viel Lust auf den dritten und zumindest vorläufig letzten Band machen. Auch regt die Geschichte wieder sehr viel zum selbst Nachdenken an. Wer ist der Gute und wer der Böse? Lügt Megan oder lügt Prof und tut David wirklich das Richtige oder handelt er rein aus egoistsichen Gründen? Nichtsdestotrotz bleibe ich ein wenig skeptisch. Stellenweise zog es sich ein wenig, sprang der Funken nicht ganz auf mich über. Wärend im ersten Band noch auf jeder Seite etwas Spannendes geschah oder faszinierende neue Details eingeführt wurden, fehlte das mir hier manchmal, sodass sich die Lektüre an einigen Stellen etwas zog. Dennoch bleibt es immer noch ein Werk Brandon Sandersons und damit weitaus besser als so manches, das ich bereits las. Die Reckoners-Reihe unterscheidet sich zurecht von seinen Werken im Cosmere, aber gerade das steht ihr exellent zu Gesicht.