The Painted Man

The Painted Man

Peter V. Brett

Language: English

Pages: 563

ISBN: B002RI9F5O

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


The stunning debut fantasy novel from author Peter V. Brett.
The Painted Man, book one of the Demon Cycle, is a captivating and thrilling fantasy adventure, pulling the reader into a world of demons, darkness and heroes.

AS DARKNESS FALLS, THE DEMONS RISE

For hundreds of years these creatures have terrorized the night, slowly culling the human population. It was not always this way. Men and women did not always cower behind protective magical wards and hope to see the dawn. Once, they battled the demons on equal terms, but those days, and skills, are gone.

Arlen Bales lives with his parents on their isolated farmstead until a demon attack shatters their world. He learns a savage lesson that day: that people, as well as magic, can let you down.

Rejecting the fear that kills as efficiently as the creatures, Arlen risks another path in order to offer humanity a last, fleeting chance of survival.

The Windup Girl

Fractured (The Remaining, Book 4)

Pure (Pure Trilogy, Book 1)

The Waters Rising (Plague of Angels, Book 2)

Pure (Pure Trilogy, Book 1)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

but the long line of tracks blowing away behind him showed a surprising distance covered. Night came, bringing corelings and bitter cold. Either was enough to kill him, so Arlen hid from both, burying himself in the sand to preserve body heat and hide from the demons. He tore a sheet from his notebook, rolling the paper into a slender breathing tube, but still he felt as if he were suffocating as he lay, terrified that the corelings might find him. When the sun rose and warmed the sand, he dug

you’re the only one,’ Cholls said with a chuckle. ‘Most of the men in this building would as soon throttle the man as look at him.’ ‘They’d be a little late,’ Jaycob said. ‘Arrick is dead.’ Cholls sobered at that. ‘I’m saddened to hear that,’ he said. ‘Every one of us is precious. Was it the drink, in the end?’ Jaycob shook his head. ‘Corelings.’ The guildmaster scowled, and spat into a brass bucket by his desk that seemed there for no other purpose. ‘When and where?’ he asked. ‘Two years

know what that witch threw at me,’ the black-bearded man said. ‘Dunked my whole head in the stream, and it still feels like my eyes are on fire.’ He held up the circle and the reins of the horse, grinning. ‘Still, an easy take like that only comes along once a’life.’ ‘Be months before we need t’work again,’ the man in the motley cap agreed, jingling the purse of coins, ‘and not a scratch on us!’ He jumped up and clicked his heels. ‘Maybe not a scratch on you,’ chuckled the black-bearded man,

to reply, but the Painted Man strode into the camp then, with two small rabbits and a handful of apples. ‘I saw your friends’ fire last night,’ he explained, ‘and thought we would travel faster all ahorse.’ Leesha was quiet a long time, digesting the news. A dozen emotions ran through her, many of them shameful and unsavoury. Rojer and the Painted Man gave her time, and she was thankful for that. ‘Did you kill them?’ she asked at last. A cold part of her wanted him to say yes, even though it

the farm.’ ‘Why?’ Arlen asked. ‘To look after your mam, help around the farm, and … other reasons.’ ‘What other reasons?’ Arlen pressed. ‘Harl and I want to see if you two will get along,’ Jeph said. ‘What if we don’t?’ Arlen asked. ‘What if I don’t want some girl following me around all day asking me to play kissy with her?’ ‘One day,’ Jeph said, ‘you might not mind playing kissy so much.’ ‘So let her come then,’ Arlen said, shrugging his shoulders and pretending not to know what his

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