All His
Wrath
The Menace Returns. Friends Are Threatened. Trust Is Challenged.
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The Book That Drags You Deeper Into the Realm of Gargoyles
From the multiple award-winning teen author Brandon King comes the first volume of his YA series inspired by the classic works of Tolkien, and the spirit of Riordan, Sanderson, Locke, Carr and Myers. Perfect for teens and young adult readers who yearn for contemporary epic fantasy adventures that remind them of Narnia and Middle Earth.
Has the Gargoyle Renegade Really Given Up Hunting Danielle…Or Just Changed Shape?
A year older and cleverer, Danielle mistrusts the growing sense of dread that haunts her. With all she suffered in the chamber of the gargoyle’s horrific temple, her nerves are shot. She knows nothing yet of the hybrid gargoyle, spawned for the sole purpose of her destruction. She knows nothing of what hunts her friends…and they know nothing of her inner conflicts.
But soon they are all thrust back together in a relentless series of hunting-or-being-hunted by an unholy foe, a mutant possessing horrifying powers and schemes. Or is there more than one?
All His Wrath is a fast-paced story layered with complex twists and revelations. The adventures of Danielle and her friends take them deeper into the fantastical gargoyle kingdom than they would ever have chosen to go.
All His Wrath is the 2nd volume in The Gargoyle Chronicles series. It blends together Norse, YA, and NA genres.
AGE RANGE:
Middle-Grade, YA and NA
NEW COVER RE-RELEASE:
Coming July 2022
If I would have had more than 15 minutes to read each night, I would have read it all in one sitting. So many interesting characters. Great idea for an appendix! Be sure to look at the appendix for the Gargoyle names as you are reading – that would have been helpful for me to keep the names straight. Plot was really good.
~Zimley
What’s Inside
Hard to put down
A hybrid bad guy
Snappy dialogue
More characters
New places
MANY gargoyles 😮
Chapter 17:
Alluvium
~an excerpt
Hunger woke Paign. Ravenous hunger. He was lying face down in a darkened room and his stomach growled. What time is it?
He sat up, suddenly. Taking in his surroundings, his jaw dropped open. Paign glanced quickly at his bed, lifted his hands as if they were on a hot burner, and jumped off, twisting around to stare at the bed. It was made of fine, clean cloth and blankets woven from a material he’d never seen before. Rather than straw piled on a wooden slat bed like he was used to, this bed appeared to be made of a huge rectangular pillow, stacked upon a second rectangle. Sliding out of bed, he dropped to his knees, laid his hands on the floor and looked under the bed. He gasped to see interlacing bands of metal and wire supporting the rectangles. What is this place? Where am I?
Paign glanced quickly down at his hands and stared at the floor he kneeled on. Running both palms back and forth, he marveled at the texture. This little room didn’t have a dirt floor, but something shiny and patterned. He’d seen pictures of the interior walls of the Royal Palace, and this reminded him of the pattern.
Rolling off his knees and onto his bottom, he spun around on the slippery floor and surveyed the room. A rough-hewn wooden table stood in the opposite corner. That looks right, at least! he mused. A single, high-backed wooden stool stood beside the table, with a brightly colored woven blanket draped over it. While the blanket looked to be made from spun wool, the brilliant colors were in a pattern he’d never seen before. A large candle rested in the middle of the table, flickering gently, with what looked like a tin platter underneath. Grotesque shapes, made up of spent candle wax, littered the platter. The room wasn’t hot, but neither was it cold, so Paign wondered where the heat source was. Nearby, I guess. Probably just on the other side of the door, he thought, imagining a cast-iron wood stove or fireplace.
“Well, either I’m dead and ended up in a rich man’s home, or this is heaven. At least I’m not with that ghastly Rance-Dahl anymore!” Muttering only to himself, he was still comforted to hear his voice and smiled at his joke.
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