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The Alloy of Law– Chapter Four

Today concludes our part-serialisation of The Alloy of Law. Don’t forget to check back tomorrow for Brandon’s UK Tour Dates. And next week we’ll be bringing you an exclusive Alloy of Law themed competition that you won’t want to miss. “Harmony’s forearms,” Waxillium mumbled, stepping into the grand ballroom. “This is what passes for a modest wedding dinner these days? There are more people in here than live in entire towns in the Roughs.” Waxillium had visited the Yomen mansion once in his youth, but that time, the grand ballroom had been empty. Now it was filled. Rows and rows…

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The Alloy of Law– Chapter Three

Happy Wednesday! Over here at Gollancz Towers we’re pleased to be bringing you the next chapter in our part-serialisation of The Alloy of Law. Eight hours later, Waxillium stood at an upper window of his mansion. He watched the last broken fragments of a dying day. They dimmed, then grew black. He waited, hoping. But no mist came. What does it matter? he thought to himself. You’re not going to go outside anyway. Still, he wished the mists were out; he felt more at peace when they were out there, watching. The world became a different place, one he felt…

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The Alloy of Law– Chapter Two

“How’s my cravat?” Waxillium asked, studying himself in the mirror, turning to the side and tugging at the silver necktie again. “Impeccable as always, my lord,” Tillaume said. The butler stood with hands clasped behind his back, a tray with steaming tea sitting beside him on the serving stand. Waxillium hadn’t asked for tea, but Tillaume had brought it anyway. Tillaume had a thing about tea. “Are you certain?” Waxillium asked, tugging at the cravat again. “Indeed, my lord.” He hesitated. “I’ll admit, my lord, that I’ve been curious about this for months. You are the first high lord I’ve…

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The Alloy of Law- Chapter One

Our part serialization of The Alloy of Law continues today with the first chapter . . . Five months later, Wax walked through the decorated rooms of a large, lively party, passing men in dark suits with tailcoats and women in colorful dresses with narrow waists and lots of folds through long pleated skirts. They called him “Lord Waxillium” or “Lord Ladrian” when they spoke to him. He nodded to each, but avoided being drawn into conversation. He deliberately made his way to one of the back rooms of the party, where dazzling electric lights— the talk of the city—…

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The Alloy of Law- Prologue

Remember how we promised you the exciting prologue to The Alloy of Law? Well, here it is. Happy Friday! Wax crept along the ragged fence in a crouch, his boots scraping the dry ground. He held his Sterrion 36 up by his head, the long, silvery barrel dusted with red clay. The revolver was nothing fancy to look at, though the six-shot cylinder was machined with such care in the steel-alloy frame that there was no play in its movement. There was no gleam to the metal or exotic material on the grip. But it fit his hand like it…

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