If you loved how Kaladin painstakingly masters Windrunning and swears the Third Ideal in the wake of the arena duel and the chasm sequence—and how Shallan teases out Lightweaving’s limits on the Narak expedition—you’ll click with the precision of Allomancy in Mistborn: The Final Empire. Metals grant specific, testable abilities, and Vin’s trial‑and‑error training with Kelsier’s crew scratches the same itch as parsing Lashings, spren bonds, and Shard mechanics. It’s a heist plotted with the same satisfying “rules plus ingenuity” feel that made the shardblade-and-stormlight problem‑solving in Words of Radiance so fun.

If bouncing between Kaladin, Shallan, and Dalinar—each carrying their own mission toward Narak and the revelation at Urithiru—kept you riveted, the sprawling perspectives in Gardens of the Moon will feel familiar. You’ll move from the Bridgeburners on the ground to high‑level schemers much like going from Bridge Four camaraderie to Alethi court maneuvering. Big set pieces—the siege of Pale, assassins threading through Darujhistan—deliver that same layered momentum as the four‑on‑one duel and the Everstorm’s first hints breaking over the Shattered Plains.

If the spren ecology, highstorms and crem shaping architecture, and the Alethi’s rigid warcamps drew you in—right down to chasmfiend hunts and the geometry of the Shattered Plains—The Bone Shard Daughter offers that same tactile immersion. The drifting islands of the Empire, imperial festivals, and bone‑powered constructs have the granular “this could work” texture you enjoyed in Words of Radiance, while palace secrets and far‑flung islands echo the mix of field expeditions and court life you saw with Shallan’s Ghostblood entanglements and Dalinar’s oaths.

If Sadeas’s treachery, Amaram’s duplicity, and the tightrope of Alethi politics (right up to Adolin’s climactic confrontation with Sadeas) had you glued to the page, The Traitor Baru Cormorant channels that intensity into pure statecraft. Watching Baru weaponize ledgers, alliances, and scandal feels like the darker, sharper cousin of Dalinar’s highprince negotiations and the Ghostbloods’ pressure on Shallan—every favor has a hook, every victory a cost.

If Bridge Four’s evolution from beaten bridgemen to a fiercely loyal unit—standing with Kaladin in the arena and across the chasms—was your emotional core, The Black Company delivers that same heartbeat. Through Croaker’s eyes, you live inside a mercenary brotherhood whose gallows humor, scars, and shared codes feel like kin to Rock, Teft, and the rest. Campaigns, sieges, and impossible odds mirror the grind of the Shattered Plains, but it’s the bonds under fire that stick with you.