War For The Planet Of The Apes «2027»

“I will kill him,” Caesar growled, low in his throat. Not a command. A fact.

And on the human side of the river, the Colonel lit a cigar, looked at the dark forest, and whispered to his radioman: War for the Planet of the Apes

“Tomorrow, we finish the dirty work. No prisoners. Not even the young.” “I will kill him,” Caesar growled, low in his throat

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. And on the human side of the river,

Caesar moved through the skeletal remains of the redwood forest, his broad shoulders hunched against the downpour. The wound in his side—a ragged gift from a traitor’s bullet—throbbed with a dull, persistent fury. Behind him, his colony marched in silence. Not the silence of peace, but the silence of the hunted.