Posted by Karen
Hey everyone! Thanks for your patience. I know this last giveaway was a doozy, but we’re finally ready to choose a winner!
Well, almost. Before that, here are a few last-minute entries that made us laugh:
Play the violin and pray to God I can channel the spirit of Rojer and produce his mad skills. If by some miracle that works make all the demons dance around then kill each other. If not, which in all honesty is far more likely, put my head between my legs and kiss my ass goodbye. -Scott
There’s never a better time to unlock your inner musician than when you’re two seconds away from being demon chow.
Shit myself and hopefully the smell will make the demons run -Glen
Been taking lessons from Briar, have you?
Thanks so much for your submissions Scott and Glen! These were a great way to end the contest and we couldn’t be happier to get them.
And now, the winner for our Surrounded Giveaway and a hardcover copy of The Warded Man is:
The naked night used to scare me. It used to terrify me, to be more specific. Earth, Wind, Fire, and Water all rose up against my home – my family. It threatened to swallow me whole. The naked night meant death. That is, at least, until the Deliverer brought back hope. He says he ‘ent no Deliverer’ but deliver is exactly what he did. He gave us fighting wards. He gave us a fighting chance.
Fight is exactly what I intend to do.
Fear of the night has been replaced with the thrill of the hunt. I am not in the wild this night by accident. I did not lose track of time, nor was I cast out from the safety of the wardnet back home. I began preparing for this months ago, when word first reached my village that fighting wards had been returned. I gathered the necessary materials and went to work.
An undercoat of repelling wards sewn into the cloth; not painted. Paint fades, and my art was meant to last. With great care, I etched Forbiddings into every inch of my light steel armor and helm, interlocking defenses against the demons. I only wish that I had learned the wards for Night Sight that the Hollowers were rumored to have. Special care was taken to counter the behemoths, the Rock Demons. I’d heard stories of Old One Arm. Their might was undeniable.
Throwing Daggers, an axe, a spear, and a specially prepared chain were all laid out. Sometimes, it paid to be the son of a Blacksmith. They all waited, calling to me the need to be warded for war. As soon as I saw the fighting wards, I began my labor.
I started with a single throwing dagger, adding the fighting wards I had stolen a look at as a man claiming to be from Deliverer’s Hollow passed through. Testing it against a Woodie from the safety of my ward net, I was satisfied by its howls of pain. I engraved every weapon I owned. I even went as far as to carve them into my gauntlets.
All of my work, all of my sleepless nights etching, sewing, and sharpening. It was all meant for tonight. Tonight, I will not hide. I will not cower and pray. I will not wait for the day to burn the demons from my home.
Tonight, I’m going to kill them all. -Keith
As some of you may have gathered, there will be no Warded Wednesday this week. Instead, we have something special planned! Check the blog over the next few days to find out more.
Didn’t catch the Briar reference? You can order your copy of Peat’s novella, The Messenger’s Legacy, right here!