Where Gods Fear to Go
Page 47
Drem breathed deep, the scent of pine trees and winter heavy in the air.
“Have you seen Drassil?” he asked, a new tactic.
Olin gave him a sidelong look.
“I have, as you well know.”
Drem opened his mouth to ask another question.
“Enough,” his da snapped as he stood quickly. “A long day on the morrow, I’m for my bed.” He stamped his feet, stood there hesitantly for a moment, looking down at Drem. Then he walked away and lay close to the fire. Drem heard the rustle of furs and popping of a cork as a skin of mead was unstoppered.
Drem sat and stared into the darkness, listening to the sounds of the night.
BY ANGUS WATSON
Age of Iron trilogy
Age of Iron
Clash of Iron
Reign of Iron
West of West
You Die When You Die
The Land You Never Leave
Where Gods Fear to Go
Praise for Angus Watson
YOU DIE WHEN YOU DIE
“Raw, violent, and gritty.”
—Booklist
“A rip-roaring, swiftly paced adventure set in a sprawling and beautifully detailed world.”
—RT Book Reviews
AGE OF IRON
“Watson’s tale is gore soaked and profanity laden—full of visceral combat and earthy humor, and laced with subtle magic.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Unflinchingly bloodthirsty and outrageously entertaining.”
—Chris Brookmyre
“It simply grabbed me by the throat and wouldn’t let go.”
—BiblioSanctum (5 stars)
“Would I read the next one? Yes, absolutely. Bring me my hammer, bring my beer, bring it on.”
—SFcrowsnest
“A fun and addictive read.”
—Fantasy-Faction