{"id":3460,"date":"2010-04-13T10:31:56","date_gmt":"2010-04-13T18:31:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/aidanmoher.com\/blog\/?p=3460"},"modified":"2010-04-13T10:41:51","modified_gmt":"2010-04-13T18:41:51","slug":"free-readin-the-black-prism-by-brent-weeks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/aidanmoher.com\/blog\/2010\/04\/news\/free-readin-the-black-prism-by-brent-weeks\/","title":{"rendered":"Free Readin’ | The Black Prism by Brent Weeks"},"content":{"rendered":"\"The<\/a>\n
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Kip crawled toward the battlefield in the darkness, the mist pressing down, blotting out sound, scattering starlight. Though the adults shunned it, he\u2019d played on the open field a hundred times\u2013during the day. Tonight, his purpose was grimmer.<\/p>\n

Reaching the top of the hill, Kip stood and hiked up his pants. The river behind him was muttering obscenities, or maybe that was the warriors beneath its surface, dead these sixteen years. Kip squared his shoulders, ignoring his imagination. The mists made it seem he was suspended, outside of time. But even if there was no evidence of it, the sun was coming. By the time it did, he had to get to the far side of the battlefield. Farther than he\u2019d ever gone searching.<\/p>\n

Even Ramir, wouldn\u2019t come out here at night. Everyone knew Sundered Rock was haunted. But Ram didn\u2019t have to feed his family; his mother didn\u2019t smoke her wages.<\/p>\n

Gripping his little belt knife tightly, Kip started walking. It wasn\u2019t just the unquiet dead that might pull him down to the evernight. A pack of giant javelinas had been seen roaming the night, tusks cruel, hooves sharp. They were good eating if you had a matchlock, iron nerves, and good aim, but since the Prisms\u2019 War had wiped out all the town\u2019s men, there weren\u2019t many people who braved death for a little bacon. Rekton was already a shell of what it had once been. The alcaldesa wasn\u2019t eager for any of her townspeople to throw their lives away. Besides, Kip didn\u2019t have a matchlock.<\/p>\n

Nor were javelinas the only creatures that roamed the night. A mountain lion or a golden bear would also probably enjoy a well-marbled Kip.<\/p>\n

A low howl cut the mist and the darkness hundreds of paces deeper into the battlefield. Kip froze. Oh, there were wolves too. How\u2019d he forget wolves?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Thanks to the lovely folks at Orbit Books<\/a>, we get a three chapter preview of Brent Weeks’ The Black Prism<\/strong>, an unrelated follow-up to his incredibly successful The Night Angel Trilogy<\/em>. Given that Weeks is still wrapping up the first draft of the book, remember that these early chapters are likely to change in the published novel. In any case, it’s a nice treat for fans of Weeks’ work.<\/p>\n

You can read the excerpt HERE<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Kip crawled toward the battlefield in the darkness, the mist pressing down, blotting out sound, scattering starlight. Though the adults shunned it, he\u2019d played on the open field a hundred times\u2013during the day. Tonight, his purpose was grimmer. Reaching the top of the hill, Kip stood and hiked up his pants. The river behind him… Read more »<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":40,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":""},"categories":[39],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3460","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-news"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n