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From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Reckoners series, Words of Radiance, and the Mistborn trilogy comes the first book in an epic new series about a girl who dreams of becoming a pilot in a dangerous world at war for humanity's future.

Spensa's world has been under attack for decades. Now pilots are the heroes of what's left of the human race, and becoming one has always been Spensa's dream. Since she was a little girl, she has imagined soaring skyward and proving her bravery. But her fate is intertwined with her father's--a pilot himself who was killed years ago when he abruptly deserted his team, leaving Spensa's chances of attending flight school at slim to none.

No one will let Spensa forget what her father did, yet fate works in mysterious ways. Flight school might be a long shot, but she is determined to fly. And an accidental discovery in a long-forgotten cavern might just provide her with a way to claim the stars.

And don't miss the #1 New York Times bestselling sequel, Starsight!

"[A] nonstop, highflying opener." --Kirkus Reviews, starred review

"With this action-packed trilogy opener, Sanderson offers up a resourceful, fearless heroine and a memorable cast." --Publishers Weekly, starred review

"Sanderson delivers a cinematic adventure that explores the defining aspects of the individual versus the society. . . . Fans of Sanderson will not be disappointed." --SLJ

"It is impossible to turn the pages fast enough." --Booklist

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ISBN-10

0399555803

ISBN-13

978-0399555800

Print length

544 pages

Language

English

Publisher

Ember

Publication date

June 10, 2018

Dimensions

5.56 x 1.11 x 8.31 inches

Item weight

14.4 ounces



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  • “It has always seemed to me,” she said, “that a coward is a person who cares more about what people say than about what is right. Bravery isn’t about what people call you, Spensa. It’s about who you know yourself to be.”

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  • It turned out that strange little girls grow up to be strange young women.

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  • “Sometimes, the answers we need don’t match the questions we’re asking.” He looked up at me. “And sometimes, the coward makes fools of wiser men.”

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  • “The most wonderful sound ever is the lamentations of my enemies, screaming my name toward the heavens with ragged, dying voices.”

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Praise for Skyward:

  • A New York Times Bestseller
  • A Kirkus Reviews Best Book of the Year

"Reading this book is like standing inside a video game: all action and movement. Sanderson’s aerial dogfights are so masterful."—Booklist

Praise for Brandon Sanderson's 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

"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."—AV Club


Sample

I stalked my enemy carefully through the cavern.

I’d taken off my boots so they wouldn’t squeak. I’d removed my socks so I wouldn’t slip. The rock under my feet was comfortably cool as I took another silent step forward.

This deep, the only light came from the faint glow of the worms on the ceiling, feeding off the moisture seeping through cracks. You had to sit for minutes in the darkness for your eyes to adjust to that faint light.

Another quiver in the shadows. There, near those dark lumps that must be enemy fortifications. I froze in a crouch, listening to my enemy scratch the rock as he moved. I imagined a Krell: a terrible alien with red eyes and dark armor.

With a steady hand--agonizingly slow--I raised my rifle to my shoulder, held my breath, and fired.

A squeal of pain was my reward.

Yes!

I patted my wrist, activating my father’s light-line. It sprang to life with a reddish-orange glow, blinding me for a moment.

Then I rushed forward to claim my prize: one dead rat, speared straight through.

In the light, shadows I’d imagined as enemy fortifications revealed themselves as rocks. My enemy was a plump rat, and my rifle was a makeshift speargun. Nine and a half years had passed since that fateful day when I’d climbed to the surface with my father, but my imagination was as strong as ever. It helped relieve the monotony, to pretend I was doing something more exciting than hunting rats.

I held up the dead rodent by its tail. “Thus you know the fury of my anger, fell beast.”

It turned out that strange little girls grow up to be strange young women. But I figured it was good to practice my taunts for when I really fought the Krell. Gran-Gran taught that a great warrior knew how to make a great boast to drive fear and uncertainty into the hearts of her enemies.

I tucked my prize away into my sack. That was eight so far--not a bad haul. Did I have time to find another?

I glanced at my light-line--the bracelet that housed it had a little clock next to the power indicator. 0900. Probably time to turn back; I couldn’t miss too much of the school day.

I slung my sack over my shoulder, picked up my speargun--which I’d fashioned from salvaged parts I’d found in the caverns--and started the hike homeward. I followed my own hand-drawn maps, which I was constantly updating in a small notebook.

A part of me was sad to have to return, and leave these silent caverns behind. They reminded me of my father. Besides, I liked how . . . empty it all was. Nobody to mock me, nobody to stare, nobody to whisper insults until I was forced to defend my family honor by burying a fist in their stupid face.

I stopped at a familiar intersection where the floor and ceiling gave way to strange metal patterns. Circular designs marked with scientific writing covered both surfaces; I’d always thought they must be ancient maps of the galaxy. On the far side of the room, an enormous, ancient tube emerged from the rock--one of many that moved water between the caverns, cleansing it and using it to cool machinery. A seam dripped water into a bucket I’d left, and it was half full, so I took a long drink. Cool and refreshing, with a tinge of something metallic.

We didn’t know much about the people who had built this machinery. Like the rubble belt, it had been here already when our small fleet crashed on the planet. They’d been humans, as the writings on places like this room’s ceiling and floor were in human languages. But how distantly related they were to us was a mystery even now. None of them were still around, and the melted patches and ancient wrecks on the surface indicated that they had suffered their own war.

I poured the rest of the water into my canteen, then gave the large tube a fond pat before replacing the bucket and moving on. The machinery seemed to respond to me with a distant, familiar thrumming. I followed that sound and eventually approached a glowing break in the stone on my left.

I stepped up to the hole and looked out on Igneous. My home cavern and the largest of the underground cities that made up the Defiant League. My perch was high, providing me with a stunning view of a large cave filled with boxy apartments built like cubes splitting off one another.

My father’s dream had come true. In defeating the Krell that day over nine years ago, those fledgling starfighter pilots had inspired a nation. Dozens of once-nomadic clans had congregated, colonizing Igneous and the caverns around it. Each clan had its own name still, traced back to the ship or section of the ship they’d worked on. My clan was the Motorskaps--from the old words for engine crew.

Together, we called ourselves Defiants. A name taken from our original flagship.

Of course, in gathering together, we had drawn the attention of the Krell. The aliens were still determined to destroy humankind, so the war continued, and we needed a constant stream of starfighters and pilots to protect our burgeoning nation.

Towering over the buildings of Igneous was the apparatus: ancient forges, refineries, and manufactories that pumped molten rock from below, then created the parts to build starfighters. The apparatus was both amazing and unique; though machinery in other caverns provided heat, electricity, or filtered water, only the apparatus of Igneous was capable of complex manufacturing.

Heat poured through the crack, making my forehead bead with sweat. Igneous was a sweltering place, with all those refineries, factories, and algae vats. And though it was well lit, it somehow always felt gloomy inside, with that red-orange light from the refineries shining on everything.

I left the crack and walked to an old maintenance locker I’d discovered in the wall here. Its hatch looked--at first glance--like any other section of the stone tunnel, and so was relatively secure. I popped it open, revealing my few secret possessions. Some parts for my speargun, my spare canteen, and my father’s old pilot’s pin. I rubbed that for good luck, then placed my light-line, map book, and speargun in the locker.

I retrieved a crude stone-tipped spear, clicked the hatch closed, then slung my sack over my shoulder. Eight rats could be surprisingly awkward to carry, particularly when--even at seventeen--you had a body that refused to grow beyond a hundred and fifty-one centimeters.

I hiked down to the normal entrance into the cavern. Two soldiers from the ground troops--which barely ever did any real fighting--guarded the way in. Though I knew them both by their first names, they still made me stand to the side as they pretended to call for authorization for me to enter. Really, they just liked making me wait.

Every day. Every scudding day.

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About the authors

Brandon Sanderson

Brandon Sanderson

I’m Brandon Sanderson, and I write stories of the fantastic: fantasy, science fiction, and thrillers.

Defiant, the fourth and final volume of the series that started with Skyward in 2018, comes out in November 2023, capping an already book-filled year that will see the releases of all four Secret Projects: Tress of the Emerald Sea, The Frugal Wizard’s Handbook for Surviving Medieval England, Yumi and the Nightmare Painter, and Secret Project Four (with its official title reveal coming October 2023). These four books were all initially offered to backers of the #1 Kickstarter campaign of all time.

November 2022 saw the release of The Lost Metal, the seventh volume in the Mistborn saga, and the final volume of the Mistborn Era Two featuring Wax & Wayne. The third era of Mistborn is slated to be written after the first arc of the Stormlight Archive wraps up.

In November 2020 we saw the release of Rhythm of War—the fourth massive book in the New York Times #1 bestselling Stormlight Archive series that began with The Way of Kings—and Dawnshard (book 3.5), a novella set in the same world that bridges the gaps between the main releases. This series is my love letter to the epic fantasy genre, and it’s the type of story I always dreamed epic fantasy could be. The fifth volume, Wind and Truth, is set for release in fall 2024.

Most readers have noticed that my adult fantasy novels are in a connected universe called the Cosmere. This includes The Stormlight Archive, both Mistborn series, Elantris, Warbreaker, and various novellas available on Amazon, including The Emperor’s Soul, which won a Hugo Award in 2013. In November 2016 all of the existing Cosmere short fiction was released in one volume called Arcanum Unbounded. If you’ve read all of my adult fantasy novels and want to see some behind-the-scenes information, that collection is a must-read.

I also have three YA series: The Rithmatist (currently at one book), The Reckoners (a trilogy beginning with Steelheart), and Skyward. For young readers I also have my humorous series Alcatraz vs. the Evil Librarians, which had its final book, Bastille vs. the Evil Librarians, come out in 2022. Many of my adult readers enjoy all of those books as well, and many of my YA readers enjoy my adult books, usually starting with Mistborn.

Additionally, I have a few other novellas that are more on the thriller/sci-fi side. These include the Legion series, as well as Perfect State and Snapshot. There’s a lot of material to go around!

Good starting places are Mistborn (a.k.a. The Final Empire), Skyward, Steelheart,The Emperor’s Soul, and Alcatraz vs. the Evil Librarians. If you’re already a fan of big fat fantasies, you can jump right into The Way of Kings.

I was also honored to be able to complete the final three volumes of The Wheel of Time, beginning with The Gathering Storm, using Robert Jordan’s notes.

Sample chapters from all of my books are available at brandonsanderson.com—and check out the rest of my site for chapter-by-chapter annotations, deleted scenes, and more.

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Bryan Desmond

Bryan Desmond

5

Claim the Stars.

Reviewed in the United States on November 16, 2018

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Claim. The. Stars. Man, that was fun.

I have only read a small portion of Sanderson's non-Cosmere work (Legion, Steelheart), but this is by far the best of them. I feel that I'm not alone in being reluctant to dive in to some of his other work (mostly this is just because of how much I love the Cosmere) but I want anyone reading this review to know that this is a must read for Sanderson fans. It stands head and shoulders above what I've come to expect from a non-Cosmere Brandon Sanderson novel.

Skyward is the story of Spensa Nightshade, a human with lineage that traces back all the way to Old Earth. She is not alone however. All the residents of the United Defiant Caverns claim this heritage. 80 years ago, their space cruiser crash-landed on the planet Detritus; a harsh planet, made even harsher by the alien Krell that patrol its skies. Most citizens spend their lives underground, avoiding the Krell threat while the bravest among them take to the skies and combat that threat directly, the Defiant pilots. Spensa's father is one such pilot; but when he does the unthinkable, turning coward and fleeing during the Battle for Alta base, Spensa and the rest of her family are branded as cowards themselves. This is the story of Spenda's redemption. Her mission: to claim the stars, and clear her father's name.

Skyward has that oh so touchy and hard to define label firmly attached to it. You know the one. YA. Hours have been spent attempting to nail down exactly what is and isn't young adult fiction; what does and doesn't deserve that distinction. I'm not going to try to define it one way or the other, but I will say this; do not let something like a two-letter label steer you away from trying this book. Is the protagonist a teen? Yup. Is the plot straightforward? Yeah, it is. But it's damn good, and it's a hell of a lot of fun. And make no mistake; Detritus is a dangerous place. The pilots of Alta base are put in real danger; and not everyone makes it out alive..

Reading this now, after the verbose and intensely philosophical Steven Erikson, was perfect. It was an excellent read to just wind down with, letting Brandon weave me through the plot at will. Not to mention the fact that I could barely put it down. Reader's familiar with his other work will find a lot that's familiar here (right down to the characters using their own goofy swear word - 'scud' in this case). Tight plotting, excellent pace, an interesting world, and breadcrumbs everywhere that hint at mysteries to come. I also think Brandon has improved his character dialogue, noticeably so, which is nice to see. Skyward actually made me feel very similar to the way I felt when I read the first Mistborn book. I felt there was a perfect balance between giving me a good story now and also setting up for future installments; it felt like the beginning of something much bigger, something that will grow. I believe Brandon has promised two more books, possibly a third; and with the sequel due out in around a year, I'm already eager for more.

Not much more to say other than recommending it to anyone looking for a fun read. Skyward strikes a good balance between my two favorite genres, meeting in the middle at what is most commonly referred to as science fantasy. I've heard it described as Top Gun meets How To Train Your Dragon (you'll see why when you read it), and that's pretty accurate, as long as you acknowledge that it's gone through the Sanderbot protocol. The man has done it again. Can't wait for Starsight.

'"Sometimes, the answers we need don't match the questions we're asking." He looked up at me. "And sometimes, the coward makes fools of wiser men."'

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Cierra Cheyenne

5

Riveting

Reviewed in the United States on May 18, 2024

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Characters you want to follow to the end and a plot that keeps you guessing in all the best ways. I absently downloaded this on audible mostly because I needed something to listen to and because it was free at the time. Before the end of the first chapter I knew I was in for the long haul. I can’t wait to devour the rest of this series.

C. Holliday

C. Holliday

5

What does the epithet "Coward" really tell us?

Reviewed in the United States on December 15, 2018

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Wonderful character and plot development. I cared about the characters and was easily able to suspend disbelief with regard to the plot.

I am currently most of the way through this extremely well written and conceived young adult science fiction novel by Brandon Sanderson. He is an author new to me but whose other books I will definitely check out. I’m finding it to be a real page-turner, primarily because I care so much about the protagonist, a young girl called Spin, who is on the brink of womanhood. I think it would be fare to compare this novel to Star Wars, in that it is about a remnant of human civilization that is fighting heavy odds to survive against what appears to be an evil, and in this case mysterious alien enemy called the Krell, that is seeking to destroy it. The now young woman, Spin, can be compared to Luke Skywalker, except that she’s struggling, against powerful forces that have labeled her as a coward, to become the pilot of a star fighter craft in the struggle against the Krell, and to prove that that her father who was a crack pilot was not a coward.

An important theme in this novel is how the word “Coward” is used as a weapon to manipulate, abuse and dehumanize. How often, for example, are integrity and/or good sense confused with cowardice? I have long found the word “Coward” to be no more than another epithet that is used by those who feel strong or are connected to power to manipulate and/or diminish those whom they wish to label as worthless. The use of the word is verbal spit that is designed to humiliate and degrade. It is a word that is devoid of understanding, empathy, compassion or even humane, munch less well considered, analysis.

Coward is used by the peers of young people to manipulate them into playing chicken on railroad tracks, or take addictive drugs, or compromise themselves in any of a thousand ways. It is used to coerce young men and women into signing up to become fighters in wars that are too often immoral and lead to tragic and/or devastating destruction of life.

Coward is a word used by politicians, crime bosses and corporate CEO’s alike to manipulate men and women of weak moral fabric or poor judgment to become complicit in undertakings that are immoral and/or illegal.

It is used as well as an insult. Politicians use it improperly to describe the misguided and perhaps brainwashed actions of terrorists who blow themselves up in order to create chaos and a sense of helplessness against perceived enemies. The purpose of such use is to stop us from thinking about social and political realities that lead people to a willingness to uselessly sacrifice their lives.

This “name calling epithet”, Coward, is used again and again in the novel to, it seems, urge the reader to think more deeply about what this word means and to realize how abusive, confusing and manipulative an epithet it is, equally for the one who calls another “Coward” and for the one that is the target of this hateful name calling.

The years I spent living among Mennonites who are committed by their faith to non-violence taught me that it is at least as often the case that those who join into the cause of violent conflict do so because of fear of condemnation by their peers, and that the motives for choosing violence or non-violence are as complex as are human beings. On the other hand it is virtually always the case that neither the political or religious establishment wishes their adherents to think so deeply as to realize that no person is purely a coward, no person is purely a hero and no person is purely a saint. But is anyone purely evil? I must confess that there are movements and individuals throughout history that give me cause to wonder.

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