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Imagine being Brandon Sanderson’s kids having to tell your other rich private school peers what your dad does for a living. Imagine the shame you must feel informing your peers—the children of doctors, lawyers, and bankers—that your dad writes fantasy novels for a living. How he is famous for being a savant at ‘world building’ and ‘magic systems’ and other meaningless things. Imagine being his great grandchildren attempting to enter high society and being laughed out the room by the descendants of oil barons and aristocrats. How embarrassing. Imagine his future progeny bearing the burden of his vast bibliography of shit and more shit and even more shit day after day because of their surname. Imagine the suppressed laughter of the barista as they scribble ‘Sanderson’ on their venti caramel frappuccino. Nobody deserves that. In fact, imagine how in 500 years by virtue of the vitality of the Mormon people that everyone in the state of Utah will be his descendant, and will have to live with that collective humiliation. Scrap that—imagine how in 1500 years every single human being will be a descendant of Sanderson. Humanity will scramble to purify the specifies by eradicating all people whose father bears the Y chromosome of Sanderson and, much to the horror of everyone, there is not a single person alive who isn’t. Earth will be ostracised and quarantined by the galactic community. In fact, Earth and her colonies will have to be destroyed lest a single work of Sanderson is translated and enters one of their alien libraries.

>He’s the biggest fantasy writer in the world. He’s also very Mormon. These things are profoundly related.

MOST YEARS, BRANDON Sanderson makes about $10 million. Last year, he made $55 million. This is obviously a lot of money for anyone. For a writer of young-adult-ish, never-ending, speed-written fantasy books, it’s huge. By Sanderson’s estimation, he’s the highest-selling author of epic fantasy in the world. On the day of his record-breaking Kickstarter campaign—$42 million of that $55 million—I came to the WIRED offices ready to gossip. How’d he do it? Why now? Is Brandon Sanderson even a good writer?

Nobody had the first clue who or what I was talking about.

On the one hand, who cares. Sanderson has millions upon millions of fans all over the planet; it doesn’t matter that some losers at a single magazine (even if it is one of the nerdier ones) had never heard of him. On the other, the ignorance goes far beyond WIRED. As far as I can tell, Sanderson, who has been topping bestseller lists for the better part of the 21st century, has not been written about in any depth by any major publication ever. I called his publicist to confirm this. “Well, we have a piece coming up in LDS Living,” he told me. That’s LDS as in Latter-day Saints. It’s a magazine for Mormons.

(You)r favorite series is never getting finished until its author dies.
This is not a what if, the deal has already been made and SanderGOD has already written the books during the bathroom breaks he took while he was writing his own books. They're just waiting for their original authors to croak, plus a year or two to avoid suspicion.
You cannot prevent this, as it has already come to pass and we're just waiting for the fallout to happen.