Scar Night

ຜ Free  Format Kindle Download [ ╘ Scar Night ] Ꮧ Kindle By Alan Campbell ᨋ ຜ Free Format Kindle Download [ ╘ Scar Night ] Ꮧ Kindle By Alan Campbell ᨋ Chapter One DILLTwilight found the city of Deepgate slouched heavily in its chains Townhouses and tenements relaxed into the tangled web of ironwork, nodded roofs and chimneys across gently creaking lanes Chains tightened or stretched around cobbled streets and hanging gardens Crumbling towers listed over glooming courtyards, acknowledging their mutual decay Labyrinths of alleys sagged under expanding pools of shadow all stitched with countless bridges and walkways, all swaying, groaning, creaking.Mourning.As the day faded, the city seemed to exhale A breeze from the abyss sighed upwards through the sunken mass of stone and chain, spilled over Deepgate s collar of rock, and whistled through rusted groynes half buried in sand Dust devils rose in the Deadsands beyond, dancing wildly under the darkening sky, before dissolving to nothing.Lamplighters were moving through the streets below, turning the city into a bowl of stars Lanterns on long poles waved and dipped Brands flared Gas lamps brightened From the district known as the League of Rope, right under the abyss rim, and down through the Workers Warrens to Lilley and the lanes of Bridgeview, lights winked on among thickets of chain Chains meshed the streets, wrapped around houses or punctured them, linking, connecting, weaving cradles to hold the homes where the faithful waited to die.Now all across the city, sounds heralded the approach of night shutters drawn, bolted with a clunk and snap doors locked, buttressed padlocks clicked shut Grates slammed down over chimney tops, booming distantly in all quarters Then silence Soon only the echoes of the lamplighters footsteps could be heard, hurried now, as they retreated into the shadowy lanes around the temple.The Church of Ulcis rose unchallenged from the heart of Deepgate, black as a rip in the blood red sky Stained glass blazed in its walls Rooks wheeled around its spires and pinnacles Gargoyles crowded dizzy perches among flying buttresses, balconies, and crenellated crowns Legions of the stone winged beasts stared out beyond the city, facing towards the Deadsands sneering, grinning, furious.Lost amidst these heights, a smaller, stunted spire rose from the shadows Ivy sheathed its walls, smothered one side of a balcony circling the very top Only a peaked slate hat broke completely free of the vegetation, skewed but shining in the waning light A rusted weathervane creaked round and round, as if not knowing quite where to point.Clinging to this weathervane was a boy.He hugged the iron with thin white arms Tufts of hair shivered behind his ears His nightshirt fluttered and flapped like a tattered flag For a long time he held on, all elbows and knees, turning regularly with the weathervane, studying the surrounding spires with quick, nervous eyes His toes were cold and he was filthy.But Dill was happy.Warily, he stood upright The north south crossbar tilted under his bare feet, moaned in protest Rust crumbled, murmured down the slates below A flock of rooks broke around him, screaming, then uncoiled skywards to scatter among the gargoyles and jewelled glass Dill watched them go, and grinned from one pink ear to the other Alone.He took a deep, hungry breath, and another, and then unfurled his wings and let the air gather under his feathers Muscles in his back tightened Blood rushed through his veins, reached into his outstretched wings The wind buoyed him, tugged him playfully, daring him to let go He leaned out and threw back his head, eyes bright The weathervane spun him like a carousel An updraught swelled under him He flexed his wings, straightened them, and pulled down on them His feet lifted and he laughed.Someone hissed.A hooded figure hunched at a window, yellow lantern raised.Dill scrambled to clutch the weathervane to his heaving chest He folded his wings tight and dropped to a crouch, heart thumping.The figure hovered for a while, the shadow of its cowl reaching like a talon over the temple s steeply canted roofs Then the figure lowered the lantern and moved away.Dill watched the priest s shadow flit over the glass before the same window went dark A hundred heartbeats passed while he clung there shivering How long had the priest been there What had he seen Had he just then happened to pass by, or had he been hiding there in the room, waiting, watching, spying And would he inform on Dill The tracery of scars on Dill s back suggested he certainly might I didn t fly I wasn t going to fly He d only unfurled his wings to feel the wind That was all That wasn t forbidden.Still shaking, Dill climbed down from the weathervane and squatted where the moss covered cone capped the surrounding slates At once there seemed to be watchers hovering at every window, hooded faces scrutinizing him from all around, unseen lips whispering lies that would find their way back to the Presbyter himself Dill felt blood rise in his cheeks He tore free a scrap of moss and feigned interest in it, scrunching it in his palm without feeling it, examining it without seeing it As he let it go, the wind snatched it and carried it out over Deepgate.It was said that once, you could have stood on the lip of the abyss and peered into the darkness below the city with nothing but the foundation chains between you and the fathomless depths A sightglass, perhaps, might have offered views of the ghosts far belowbut not now The great chains were still down there, somewhere, hidden beneath the city that a hundred generations of pilgrims had built But time had seen cross chains, cables, ropes, girders, struts, and beams grow like roots through those ancient links Buildings had been raised or hung, bridges and walkways suspended, until Deepgate had smothered its own foundations.Dill lifted one calloused foot and thumped it down A slate shattered under his heel He picked up a fist sized chunk of it and swung his arm to throw it at the window But he stopped in time The windows were old, maybe even as old as the temple and the foundation chains As old as the roof tile he d just broken, he thought miserably Instead he hurled the slate into the sunset and listened hard to hear whether it hit anything before falling into the abyss beneath the city.Glass shattered in the distance.He flopped back, not caring if he crushed his feathers, and gazed past the twinkling streets to where the Deadsands stretched like rumpled silk to the horizon Purple thunderheads towered in the west, limned in gold To the east, the Dawn Pipes snaked into the desert, and there a ripple of silver in the sky caught his attention He sat up.An airship was purging its ribs for descent, venting hot air from the fabric strips around the liftgas envelope Turning as it descended, it lumbered toward the Deepgate shipyards, abandoning the caravan it had escorted in from the river towns The caravan threaded its way between water and waste pipes, the camels trailing plumes of sand Behind the merchants, a line of pilgrims shuffled in their shackles between two ranks of mounted missionary guards.See you tomorrow, Dill murmured, but he didn t really imagine he would It would be days before the pilgrims died.Darkness was creeping into the sky now, pierced by the first evening stars, and so he slid the rest of the way down the roof, hitting the gutter with a thump and a tussle of feathers A rotting trellis, overgrown with ivy, formed a rustling, snapping ladder back down to his balcony When his feet finally found solid stone, he was shaking than ever.Once inside, he closed all four of the bolts in the balcony door, then checked the window, making sure both locks were also tight The fire was uneasily low, and deep shadows lurked at the edges of his room Dill piled on coals, then knelt before the hearth, prodding them with a poker The fire snapped and popped and sparkled briefly, billowing heat Orange embers spiralled up the flue coals crumbled and settled He tapped the poker against the iron toothed fender, and hung it back on its hook Then he took an armful of the big temple candles from their chest and circled his cell, lighting each with a taper from the fire before pressing it down on yesterday s melted stub, where it would best keep the night at bay.When he was satisfied, he looked up to the wall above the mantle, to the sword His sword.He raced over to the weapon and slid it free from its mount His soot smeared fingers barely managed to close around the leather bound hilt, but that didn t worry him Tomorrow he would wear it, all the same Firelight washed over the curved hand guard and blade He dipped the sword and raised it again, measuring the solid weight of it It was still too big for him, too heavy, but he took a step back, thrust forward the blade, and raised his other hand the way all great swordsmen supposedly did His nightshirt sleeve slipped down to his elbow The sword tip wobbled.It took a moment to muster his grimmest expression He covered his uneven teeth with his lip, thrust out his chin, and spread his wings.Are you afraid he asked the wall.His brow furrowed as he swished the sword through the air, once, twice.Do you fear this weapon Or its wielder He arched an eyebrow My name He snorted, rubbed a sooty hand on his nightshirt That doesn t matter I m an archon of the Church of Ulcis, Warden to the Hoarder of Souls He hesitated, thinking And mortal blood of his Herald, Callis.That sounded right.In his mind s eye, an army of heathens advanced, sword hilts drumming on their shields They cried out in voices edged with fear One archon against a hundred warriors.A hundred Dill laughed No wonder you tremble With a twist of his wCampbells debut may appeal most to those who like novels in the manner of Dickens whose highly evocative memorable style Campbells recalls Booklist A stunning debut Campbell has Neil Gaiman s gift for lushly dark stories and compelling antiheroes Publishers Weekly, starred reviewA chain wrapped industrial city so real you can feel the iron and smell the fumesand a violent tale told in murderously beautiful prose.Sharon Shinn, author of Archangel Vividly imagined, visceral and intensely involvinga stunning debut I cant wait to see what follows in the next volume.Sarah Ash, author of the Tears of Artamon seriesWith undead armies, psychotic angels and exploding airships, Scar Night is a gripping, ripping yarn which rattles along at a great pace Tether all that to the knock out image at the heart of the novelDeepgate, a Gothic city built on a network of chains over a great abyssand you have urban fantasy at its best.Hal Duncan, author of Vellum Scar Contactlens Wholesaler Online bw P l a dk z eSvhQ Rc O nx v Y gNUOfe N n t ep c y iO NUO W The Lion King Wikipedia Scar is fictional character who appears in Walt Disney Pictures animated feature film voiced by Jeremy Irons 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    • Format Kindle
    • Scar Night
    • Alan Campbell
    • Anglais
    • 16 October 2017
    • 500 pages

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