We recently showed you a little sneak of the next World of Warcraft novel, War Crimes. Today Blizzard published on the official website another extract of the future novel of Christie Golden. Pre-order World of Warcraft: War Crimes.
Medievaldragon: It seems an audiobook of World of Warcraft: War Crimes (Follow the link to pre-order the audiobook) is also in development voiced by reader Scott Brick. However, the publisher Simon & Schuster is referring to this new format as digital book instead of audiobook. This term makes me picture in my mind something I heard many months ago where Blizzard was planning to launch novels with special effects and voice over. Could this be the first of a new format?**
As always if you want to wait until the release of the book, don’t read what is below.
The brutal siege of Orgrimmar may be over, but Garrosh Hellscream, the most infamous orc on Azeroth, has yet to face justice. Bound in chains by his enemies, the deposed tyrant of the Horde must now answer for his crimes. Alongside renowned leaders from across Azeroth, you will bear witness to his long-awaited trial.
Visions of Garrosh’s past atrocities are presented in vivid detail for all to see. But as history is revisited, old grievances and bitter memories come to light, and those in attendance begin to wonder if anyone among them is truly innocent. Mounting tensions and rising enmity steer the court to the brink of chaos . . . as the world waits with bated breath for the verdict on the war crimes of Garrosh Hellscream.
War Crimes, the new World of Warcraft novel by author Christie Golden, follows the dramatic events that grip Azeroth in the wake of the siege of Orgrimmar . . . and delves into long-buried secrets that may have been best left uncovered. Pre-order now and you can be one of the first to learn just what the future holds for the residents of Azeroth and the recently dethroned warchief of the Horde.
Author: Christie Golden
Release: May 2014
To learn more about the new novel, check out the WoW Insider interview with Christie Golden and read on for a sneak peek.
*Excerpt – Chapter 13*
“Are you afraid?”
“What?” The water splashed. Anduin’s bones suddenly ached.
“Are you afraid?” Garrosh repeated. The question was casually posed, as if the orc were simply making conversation. Anduin knew it for a verbal grenade. To either answer truthfully or to lie would blow open a door to things Anduin had no desire to discuss.
“There’s no reason to be. You are restrained by chains and enchanted prison bars. You’re quite unable to attack me.”
“Concern for one’s physical safety is only one reason to fear. There are others. I ask again: Are you afraid?”
“Look,” said Anduin, deliberately placing the glass on the table, “I came here because you asked me to. Because Baine said that I was the only person you agreed to talk to about . . . well, about whatever it is you want to talk about.”
“Maybe your fear is what I want to talk about.”
“If that’s so, then we are both wasting our time.” He rose and went for the door.
Anduin paused, his back to Garrosh. He was angry with himself. His palms were damp and it took every effort he could summon to refrain from shaking outright. He would not let Garrosh see fear in him.
“Why should I?”
“Because . . . you are the only person I wish to talk to.”
The prince closed his eyes. He could leave, right this minute. Garrosh was almost certainly going to play games with him. Perhaps trick him into saying something he shouldn’t. But what, possibly, could that be? What could Garrosh want to know? And Anduin realized that afraid on some level though he might be, he didn’t really want to go. Not yet.
He took a deep breath and turned around. “Then start talking.” Garrosh pointed at the chair. Anduin shifted his weight from one foot to the other, then took the seat with deliberate, casual movements. He lifted his eyebrows, indicating he was waiting.
“You said you believed I could change,” Garrosh said. “What in this world or any other could make you think that, after what I have done?”
Again, no real emotion, only curiosity. Anduin started to answer, but hesitated. What would Jaina . . . no. Jaina was no longer the sort of diplomat he wished to emulate. He felt a flicker of amusement when he realized that for all his threats of murdering Garrosh, Varian had now become more of a role model for Anduin than Jaina. The realization was both sad, for he loved Jaina, and sweet, for he loved his father.
“Tell you what. We’ll take turns.”
An odd smile curved Garrosh’s mouth. “We have a bargain. You’re a better negotiator than I expected.”
Anduin let out a short bark of laughter. “Thanks, I think.”
The orc’s smile widened. “You go first.”
The first point goes to Garrosh, Anduin mused. “Very well. I believe you can change because nothing ever stays the same. You were overthrown as warchief of the Horde because the people you led changed from following your orders to questioning them, and finally rejecting them. You’ve changed from warchief to prisoner. You can change again.”
Garrosh laughed without humor. “From living to dead, you mean.”
“That’s one way of doing it. But it’s not the only one. You can look at what you’ve done. Watch and listen and really try to understand the pain and damage you’ve caused, and decide that you won’t continue down that path if given another chance.”
Garrosh stiffened. “I cannot change into a human,” he growled.
“No one expects or wants that,” Anduin answered. “But orcs can change. You better than anyone should know that.”
Garrosh was silent. He looked away for a moment, pensive. Anduin resisted the impulse to cross his arms, instead forcing his body posture to seem relaxed, and waited. A bright-eyed, coarse furred rat poked its head out from under the sleeping furs. Its nose twitched, and then it ducked back out of sight. The warchief of theHorde once . . . and now his cellmate is a rat.
“Do you believe in destiny, Anduin Wrynn?”
For the second time Anduin was blindsided. What was going on inside Garrosh’s head?
“I-I’m not sure,” he stammered, his carefully maintained image of coolness dissolving immediately. “I mean—I know there are prophecies. But I think we all have choices too.”
“I—I don’t know.” Anduin realized he had never asked himself that question. He recalled the first time he considered becoming a priest, and had felt a tug in his soul. He craved the peace the Light offered, but he didn’t know if it had called him, or if he had set out in pursuit of it.
“Could you choose to deny the Light?”
“Why would I want to do that?”
“Any number of reasons. There was another golden-haired, beloved human prince once. He was a paladin, and yet he turned his back on the Light.”
Outrage and offense chased away Anduin’s discomfort. Blood suffused his face and he snapped, “I am notArthas!”
Garrosh smiled oddly. “No, you are not,” he agreed. “But maybe . . . I am.”