{"id":4307,"date":"2010-08-11T12:26:08","date_gmt":"2010-08-11T20:26:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/aidanmoher.com\/blog\/?p=4307"},"modified":"2010-08-11T12:26:08","modified_gmt":"2010-08-11T20:26:08","slug":"free-readin-the-heroes-by-joe-abercrombie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/aidanmoher.com\/blog\/2010\/08\/news\/free-readin-the-heroes-by-joe-abercrombie\/","title":{"rendered":"Free Readin’ | ‘The Heroes’ by Joe Abercrombie"},"content":{"rendered":"\"The<\/a>\n
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\u201cTunny.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUh?\u201d He opened one eye and the sun stabbed him directly in the brains. \u201cUh!\u201d He snapped it shut again, wormed his tongue around his sore mouth. It tasted like slow death and old rot. \u201cUh.\u201d He tried his other eye, just a crack, trained it on the dark shape hovering above him. It loomed closer, sun making glittering daggers down its edges.<\/p>\n

\u201cTunny!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI hear you, damn it!\u201d He tried to sit and the world tossed like a ship in a storm. \u201cGah!\u201d He became aware he was in a hammock. He tried to rip his feet clear, got them tangled in the netting, almost tipped himself over in his efforts to get free, somehow ended up somewhere near sitting, swallowing the overwhelming urge to vomit. \u201cFirst Sergeant Forest. What a delight. What time is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPast time you were working. Where did you get those boots?\u201d<\/p>\n

Tunny peered down, puzzled. He was wearing a pair of superbly polished black cavalry boots with gilded accoutrements. The reflection of the sun in the toes was so bright it was painful to look at. \u201cAh.\u201d He grinned through the agony, some of the details of last night starting to leak from the shadowy crannies of his mind. \u201cWon \u2019em . . . from an officer . . . called . . .\u201d He squinted up into the branches of the tree his hammock was tied to. \u201cNo. It\u2019s gone.\u201d<\/p>\n

Forest shook his head in amazement. \u201cThere\u2019s still someone in the division stupid enough to play cards with you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, this is one of the many fine things about wartime, Sergeant. Lots of folks leaving the division.\u201d Their regiment had left two score in sick tents over the last couple of weeks alone. \u201cThat means lots of new card-players arriving, don\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes it does, Tunny, yes it does.\u201d Forest had that mocking little grin on his scarred face.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, no,\u201d said Tunny.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, no, no!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. Up you come, lads!\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

It’s Joe Abercrombie, no mistake. With each new novel, Abercrombie seems to be further cementing his style, to the point that his writing is distinctive enough to be recognized even without his name attached. This excerpt should enough to either A.<\/em> whet your appetite for The Heroes<\/strong> or B.<\/em> make you into a slavery, bloodthirsty fool who can’t wait until the initial release of the novel. I won’t tell you which category I fall in.<\/p>\n

Head on over the the Orion Books\/Gollancz Blog<\/a> for the full excerpt from The Heroes<\/strong><\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u201cTunny.\u201d \u201cUh?\u201d He opened one eye and the sun stabbed him directly in the brains. \u201cUh!\u201d He snapped it shut again, wormed his tongue around his sore mouth. It tasted like slow death and old rot. \u201cUh.\u201d He tried his other eye, just a crack, trained it on the dark shape hovering above him. It… 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-4307","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