PRISONER OF
NIGHT
The Black Dagger Brotherhood series
The Black Dagger Brotherhood series
by J. R.
Ward
On Sale: January
7, 2019
Gallery Books |
E-book Original
E-ISBN: 9781501195174
| $5.99
About the Book:
From #1 New York
Times bestselling author J.R. Ward comes an unforgettable story of
passion and vengeance in the Black Dagger Brotherhood world.
When Ahmare’s brother is abducted, there is nothing she won’t do to get him back safely. She is unprepared, however, for the lengths she will have to go to save his life. Paired with a dangerous but enticing prisoner, she embarks on an odyssey into another world.
When Ahmare’s brother is abducted, there is nothing she won’t do to get him back safely. She is unprepared, however, for the lengths she will have to go to save his life. Paired with a dangerous but enticing prisoner, she embarks on an odyssey into another world.
Duran, betrayed by his father, imprisoned in a dungeon for decades, has survived only because of his thirst for vengeance. He has been biding his time to escape and is shocked to find an unlikely and temporary freedom in the form of a determined young female.
Battling against deadly forces and facing unforeseen peril, the pair are in a race to save Ahmare’s brother. As time runs out, and the unthinkable looms, even true love may not be enough to carry them through.
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Excerpt:
Twenty-One Years, Three Months, Six Days Ago
. .
“Where is it! Goddamn you,
where’s it at!”
Duran spit blood out of his
mouth and spoke over the ringing in his ears. “I’ll never tell you—”
Chalen the Conqueror swung his
open palm again, nailing Duran’s lacerated face like a bat hitting a fastball.
But it didn’t hurt as much as the other shit they’d been doing to him in this
castle’s great room. They’d already pulled out his fingernails, broken all of
his toes, and whipped his back until strips of his own flesh flapped against
his ribs. At the moment, he didn’t have the strength to keep himself on his
feet, but no worries there—two guards, with grips locked under his pits, were
holding him up off the floor.
As his head flopped back into
its lolling hang, he shook it to get the sweat and blood out of his eyes. In
the hissing, kicking light of the hearth, the male in front of him was stocky
of build and ugly of feature, an oak stump with a bulldog’s muzzle and a hungry
bear’s bad fucking attitude.
“You are going to tell me the
location.” Chalen took Duran by the throat with one of his meat hands. “And
you’re going to do it now.”
“Sorry, not . . . a big talker—”
The
conqueror grabbed onto the lower half of Duran’s face, squeezing so hard his
jaw split and the inside of his mouth was forced between the hard-and-sharp of
his molars. More blood welled, spilled, fell on his bare chest.
“Why
are you protecting the male who put you here?” Chalen’s opaque eyes searched
Duran’s expression as if he were trying to extrapolate a map of Maryland in the
features. “All you need to do is tell me where that facility is.”
Duran
waited for that grip to release. When it did, he spit more blood out. “I’m not
. . . protecting him.”
“Then
what are you doing?”
“Making
sure you don’t cheat me of what’s mine.” Duran smiled, aware he must look
deranged. “You kill him . . . I don’t get to.”
Chalen
crossed his strong-man arms over his barrel chest. He was dressed in weapons,
whatever clothes he had on underneath the holsters of guns and knives largely
hidden by metal. No daggers, though. He’d never been Black Dagger Brotherhood
material and not just because he was a mutt according to his lineage: Even
among black market thieves, there was a code of conduct.
Not
for Chalen. He had no code. Not in the Old Country, and not during his last
century here in the New World.
There was only one male who was
worse.
“I will break you,” Chalen said
in a low voice. “And I will enjoy it.”
Duran laughed in a wheeze. “You
have no idea what I’ve already been through—”
Chalen swung that palm wide
again, the crack so heavy Duran lost his vision, everything going checkerboard.
And then there was a drop in blood pressure, his brain emptying of oxygen,
floaty disassociation riding in, a foggy savior buffering the suffering.
The sound of chains moving and
gears shifting brought him back to reality. A section of the sweaty stone wall
rose by inches, the great weight ascending like a gate, revealing a corridor .
. .
Revealing a male who was naked
but for a black hood that covered his head.
“I will make you pray for
death,” Chalen said. “And when you give me what I need, you will think back to
this moment. When you could have saved yourself from so much.”
Duran exhaled in a gurgle. His
body was on fire, the pain burning through his veins, turning him into a
semi-living, kind-of-breathing, sort-of-conscious incubator for agony.
But fuck Chalen.
“Do what you will,” he mumbled.
“I’m not going to give you a goddamn thing.”
“I will make you wish you were
never born.”
As the hooded male came forward,
Duran was dragged over and slammed face-first down onto a table, his torso bent
parallel to the floor. Turning his face to the side, he smelled the spoiled
meat and rancid fat embedded in the fibers of the planks.
“Already there, asshole.”
About the Author:
J.R. Ward is the author of more than thirty novels,
including those in her #1 New York Times bestselling Black
Dagger Brotherhood series. There are more than fifteen million copies of her
novels in print worldwide, and they have been published in twenty-six different
countries around the world. She lives in the South with her family.
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