![]() ![]() ![]() He stumbled and sprawled onto his side, nearly cut his chest open with his own axe, lay there panting, peering through the shadowy forest. Logen plunged through the trees, bare feet slipping and sliding on the wet earth, the slush, the wet pine needles, breath rasping in his chest, blood thumping in his head. I’m not a fan of giving each chapter a title, but who knows, maybe this one will feature the end of something important. It’s titled “The End,” which is an odd thing to call the opening of your book. We start with a prologue, though as we’ll find out soon enough, this is really chapter one. So obviously we’re in for a light and fluffy read. I don’t know anything about this book, other than that it’s been compared favorably to A Song of Ice and Fire, and the cover art looks like a piece of parchment with some blood on it. Last time, I reached into spec fic’s distant past and dredged up A Spell for Chameleon, but today I take on a more modern offering: The Blade Itself by Joe Abercrombie. Gather round, ye speculative fiction fans. ![]()
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