There are no heroes.
Every single person who manifested powers—we call them Epics—turned out to be evil.
Here, in the city once known as Chicago, an extraordinarily powerful Epic declared himself Emperor. Steelheart has the strength of ten men and can control the elements. It is said no bullet can harm him, no sword can split his skin, no explosion can burn him. He is invincible.
… I know his secret.
I’ve seen Steelheart bleed.
I’ve been meaning to read something Sanderson for ages, and Steelheart was on sale. Plot-wise I enjoyed it, but the writing was not what I could call… great.