![]() ![]() Most taverns in the city had dirt floors, but this part of the Warrens had been built over marshland, and not even drunks wanted to drink standing ankle-deep in mud, so the tavern had been raised a few inches on stilts and floored with stout bamboo poles. The sun wouldn’t come up for hours, and the tavern was empty. ![]() He stared at the narrow space beneath the wall, trying to get his nerve up. Find out more about the author at BOOKS BY BRENT WEEKS THE NIGHT ANGEL TRILOGY The Way of Shadows Shadow’s Edge Beyond the Shadowsġ A zoth squatted in the alley, cold mud squishing through his bare toes. Brent lives in Oregon with his wife, Kristi. (Not at the same time.) He started writing on bar napkins, then on lesson plans, then full time. After getting his paper keys from Hillsdale College, Brent had brief stints walking the earth like Caine from Kung Fu, tending bar, and corrupting the youth. Meet the author BRENT WEEKS was born and raised in Montana. ![]()
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