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Red Country (First Law World)

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Product Description A New York Times bestseller!They burned her home.They stole her brother and sister.But vengeance is following.Shy South hoped to bury her bloody past and ride away smiling, but she'll have to sharpen up some bad old ways to get her family back, and she's not a woman to flinch from what needs doing. She sets off in pursuit with only a pair of oxen and her cowardly old step father Lamb for company. But it turns out Lamb's buried a bloody past of his own. And out in the lawless Far Country the past never stays buried.Their journey will take them across the barren plains to a frontier town gripped by gold fever, through feud, duel and massacre, high into the unmapped mountains to a reckoning with the Ghosts. Even worse, it will force them into an alliance with Nicomo Cosca, infamous soldier of fortune, and his feckless lawyer Temple, two men no one should ever have to trust . . .Red Country takes place in the same world as the First Law trilogy, Best Served Cold, andThe Heroes. This novel also represents the return of Logen Ninefingers, one of Abercrombie's most beloved characters. Review "Pointed, driven, and sharp."―Locus on Red Country"Terrific fight scenes, compelling characters (some familiar, some new), and sardonic, vivid prose show Abercrombie at the top of his game."―Publishers Weekly (Starred Review) on Red Country"Magnificent, richly entertaining"―Time on The Heroes"Imagine The Lord of the Rings as directed by Kurosawa."―Lev Grossman, Wall Street Journal on The Heroes"[Abercrombie has] begun breaking his own rules. And succeeding wildly at it. ... [R]arely has Abercrombie had so much fun while rollicking through his colorful cast's foibles and witty dialogue - and rarely has he dished out so much straight-for-the-heart poignancy."―The A.V. Club"New, fresh, and exciting."―The Independent (UK)"Exhilarating... Abercrombie's knack for wit and grit holds your attention throughout, and his eye for character means that there's heart as well as muscle."―SFX (UK)"Abercrombie writes fantasy like no one else."―The Guardian (UK) About the Author Joe Abercrombie is the New York Times bestselling author of Red Country and the First Law trilogy: The Blade Itself, Before They Are Hanged, and Last Argument of Kings. He is a full-time writer and occasional freelance film editor who lives in Bath, England with his wife and three children. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Red CountryBy Joe AbercrombieOrbitCopyright © 2013 Joe AbercrombieAll rights reserved.ISBN: 978-0-316-18720-6CHAPTER 1Trouble'You, that judge men by the handle and the sheath, how can I make you know agood blade?' Jedediah M. GrantSome Kind of Coward'Gold.' Wist made the word sound like a mystery there was no solving. 'Makes menmad.'Shy nodded. 'Those that ain't mad already.'They sat in front of Stupfer's Meat House, which might've sounded like a brothelbut was actually the worst place to eat within fifty miles, and that with somefierce competition. Shy perched on the sacks in her wagon and Wist on the fence,where he always seemed to be, like he'd such a splinter in his arse he'd gotstuck there. They watched the crowd.'I came here to get away from people,' said Wist.Shy nodded. 'Now look.'Last summer you could've spent all day in town and not seen two people youdidn't know. You could've spent some days in town and not seen two people. A lotcan change with a few months and a gold find. Now Squaredeal was bursting at itsragged seams with bold pioneers. One-way traffic, headed west towards imaginedriches, some charging through fast as the clutter would allow, some stopping offto add their own share of commerce and chaos. Wagon-wheels clattered, mulesnickered and horses neighed, livestock honked and oxen bellowed. Men, women andchildren of all races and stations did plenty of their own honking and bellowingtoo, in every language and temper. It might've been quite the colourfulspectacle if everywher