Here They Are, Side By Side: UK & (New) US Covers — “The Heir Of Night”
Just for a bit of fun, I thought I’d run The Wall Of Night series covers side by side this week, over Monday (The Heir Of Night), Wednesday (The Gathering Of The Lost) and Friday (Daughter Of Blood) — with an extract from the books for added goodness.
So here are those The Heir Of Night covers, side by side: 🙂
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In The Keep Of Winds:
“Another tile banged and rattled its way down the roof as a slight figure swarmed up one of the massive stone pillars that marched along either side of the hall. There was an alarming creak as the climber swung up and over the balustrade of a wooden gallery, high above the hall floor—but the timbers held. The climber paused, looking around with satisfaction, and wiped dusty hands on the seat of her plain, black pants. A narrow, wooden staircase twisted up toward another, even higher gallery of sculpted stone, but the treads stopped just short of the top. She studied the gap, her eyes narrowed as they traced the leap she would need to make: from the top of the stair to the gargoyles beneath the stone balcony, and then up, by a series of precarious finger-and-toe holds, onto the balcony itself.
The girl frowned, knowing that to miss that jump would mean plummeting to certain death, then shrugged and began to climb, testing each wooden tread before trusting her weight to it. She paused again on the topmost step, then sprang, her first hand slapping onto a corbel while the other grasped at a gargoyle’s half-spread wing. She hung for a moment, swinging, then knifed her feet up onto the gargoyle’s claws before scrambling over the high shoulder and into the gallery itself. Her eyes shone with triumph and excitement as she stared through the rear of the gallery into another hall.
Although smaller than the High Hall below, she could see that it had once been richer and more elegant. Beneath the dust, the floors were a mosaic of beasts, birds, and trailing vines, while panels of metal and jeweled glass decorated the walls. A dais spanned the far end of the long room, with the fragile remains of a tapestry draped on the wall behind it. The hanging would have been bright with colour once, the girl thought, the whole hall must have glowed with it, but it was a dim and lifeless place now…”
~ from © The Heir Of Night: The Wall of Night Book One
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Also, for North American followers, there’s a joint The Heir Of Night and The Gathering Of The Lost giveaway
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