War For The Planet Of: The Apes

The War for the Planet of the Apes had not begun with a battle. It began with a father walking into the rain, carrying a spear he had sharpened on the grave of his son.

The night before, they had found the body of his eldest son, Blue Eyes. He had been sent to scout a northern passage. The humans had not just killed him. They had posed him. Tied to a cross of splintered pine, facing east—toward the rising sun, toward the hope he had been seeking. War for the Planet of the Apes

“Then I will give him war,” he said. “But not his war. Mine.” The War for the Planet of the Apes

Caesar stopped at the edge of a cliff. Below, the river churned, gray and swollen. On the far bank, a column of black smoke rose from a burned-out Ape stronghold. His ears, still sharp despite the tinnitus of a thousand gunfights, caught the distant chatter of human voices. Laughter. They were laughing. He had been sent to scout a northern passage