The Black Rook

Bol

The roar of the crowd is a physical blow. The stench of unwashed bodies and spilled ale is astench that suffocates thought. For Marcus, the world of the fighting pit is a sensory assault, alanguage of chaos he cannot speak. To survive it, his mind does something remarkable.It fractures.The chaotic, leering faces of the mob blur, their individual features smoothing away until theyare nothing but identical, carved pieces. The blood-soaked floor resolves into a perfect grid ofsixty-four squares, the lines sharp and impossibly straight. The roaring fades into a binary state:the white noise of approval, the black silence of disapproval.He is on the board.This is his fortress, the only sanctuary he has ever known, a world of cold, clean logic whereeverything has a rule. In this silent, internal game, he is not a frightened boy. He is a Rook: anunfeeling piece of iron, moving in a straight, predictable line.But his private war is interrupted by a master player who sees not a piece, but a weapon.Trafficked from his brutal but structured world by the ruthless Commander Felcher, Marcus isthrust into a new game played in the shadows of the court. It is a world without a grid, a war ofunspoken rules, shifting loyalties, and subtle deceptions his rigid mind cannot process.Now, the mental fortress that was his salvation has become his prison. To serve his new master,The Rook must learn to navigate a board of infinite, terrifying complexity... or shatter completely.

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Pagina's: 326, Paperback, BookButler Publishing Company