Prisoner of Night by J.R. Ward (English) Paperback Book

Description: Prisoner of Night by J.R. Ward "The Black dagger brotherhood world"--Cover. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description From #1 New York Times bestselling author J.R. Ward comes an unforgettable story of passion and vengeance in the world of the Black Dagger Brotherhood. When Ahmares brother is abducted, there is nothing she wont 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 Ahmares brother. As time runs out, and the unthinkable looms, even true love may not be enough to carry them through. Author Biography J.R. Ward is the author of more than sixty novels, including those in her #1 New York Times bestselling Black Dagger Brotherhood series. There are more than twenty million copies of her novels in print worldwide, and they have been published in twenty-seven different countries. She lives in the south with her family. Excerpt from Book Prisoner of Night PROLOGUE Twenty-One Years, Three Months, Six Days Ago . . . WHERE IS IT! GODDAMN you, wheres it at!" Duran spit blood out of his mouth and spoke over the ringing in his ears. "Ill never tell you--" Chalen the Conqueror swung his open palm again, nailing Durans lacerated face like a bat hitting a fastball. But it didnt hurt as much as the other shit theyd been doing to him in this castles great room. Theyd 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 didnt 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 bulldogs muzzle and a hungry bears bad fucking attitude. "You are going to tell me the location." Chalen took Duran by the throat with one of his meat hands. "And youre going to do it now." "Sorry, not . . . a big talker--" The conqueror grabbed onto the lower half of Durans 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 very male who put you here?" Chalens opaque eyes searched Durans 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. Your father has something that belongs to me." Duran waited for that grip to release. When it did, he spit more blood out. "Im not . . . protecting him." "Then what are you doing?" "Making sure you dont cheat me of whats mine." Duran smiled, aware he must look deranged. "You kill him . . . I dont get to. When it comes to revenge, sons win over business partners." 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. Hed 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. No wonder the two of them had made so much money together in the drug trade. "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 Ive 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. "Im 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." Chalens face appeared at table level, their eyes meeting. "He just gave you to me, you realize. He didnt even take my money. Just delivered you here and dropped you like garbage." "No one ever accused my father of giving a shit." "You need to know who youre dealing with--" "I hope you stay and watch this." As Chalen frowned, Duran smiled through the blood again. "I want to be looking at you when it happens. All of it." "There will be no mercy." "I dont want that." Duran felt his pants get cut with a knife. "Youre on my list now, too. Im going to kill my father and you." Chalen laughed, his fangs showing. The one on the left was not as long, as if part of it had broken off in someones neck. Leg. Face. "That is not your destiny." "I will make it mine." Duran began to memorize every pore, each eyelash, all the flecks in those muddy hazel eyes. "And I shall not fail." "Such optimism. I hope it persists as I look forward to ridding you of it. Last chance. Tell me where your father is, and I will let you go." "Ill see you in Dhunhd before that happens." Chalen shook his head and straightened. "Just remember, you could have stopped this . . ." Details ISBN1982143525 Author J.R. Ward Pages 384 Publisher Pocket Books Series The Black Dagger Brotherhood World Language English Year 2020 ISBN-10 1982143525 ISBN-13 9781982143527 Publication Date 2020-06-30 Format Paperback Imprint Pocket Books DEWEY 813.6 Audience General UK Release Date 2020-06-30 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:128097921;

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