The way Ugh’s tied, he could push off from his toes and roll it-if he wanted to crush his own head when it continued rolling him down on the other side. The tun is lying on its side, full of wine, and it’s as heavy as any ten or twelve men put together. The big man is tied face in to a tun barrel as tall as he is, arms spread like a child begging for a hug. If you enjoy my work, please do consider buying it. You can also find me at /brent.weeks or on Twitter. Please come visit me at, you will find more free samples of my work. Cannell, legendary TV producer and novelist, who passed along a horrific story he’d heard from some L.A. I should also note that this is one of the more disturbing scenes I’ve written, so I’ll dedicate this to the late Stephen J.
This picks up on one of the plot threads I intentionally left dangling at the end of The Night Angel Trilogy, but it will mostly make sense whether or not you’ve read those books. with a burning desire to write this rather than what I was supposed to be writing. All I know is that one morning, I woke at 4 a.m. This selection may turn into the first chapter of a new Night Angel book, it may become a short story, or it may go as far as your eyes now and no farther. What you’re about to read is my thank-you for your pre-order of The Broken Eye. My name is Brent Weeks, I’m the author of the Night Angel trilogy and the Lightbringer series.
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