The Shadow of the High King – The Weaving Shadows Book One
Violence, betrayal and vengeance rot Caermark from within.
King Aenwald, a murderous tyrant determined to continue his twenty-year rule, will suffer no man that lusts for power. But those who came long before the Kings of Caermark stir once again, after a hundred years of silence, and even Aenwald’s iron fist may struggle to hold them and the chaos they bring.
The mercenary lord, Arnulf, dreams of greater things than a life of bloodshed and murder. Robbed of his birthright and denied justice by King Aenwald, those very dreams may carry their price in blood for his loyal band of men, as he strives to see them made real.
The young warrior, Harlin, haunted by the atrocities he suffered as a child, struggles to come to terms with the past. Consumed by hate and obsessed by revenge, how far is he willing to go to see it done, as the horrors within his mind run unchecked and unchained?
To Brave the End – A Tale of the Blackshield Dogs
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Many faces, many names, have passed through the ranks of the Blackshield Dogs. But few of them ever surpassed the bloody reputation of the man known and feared on Caermark’s battlefields as Red Harry.
But before he was Red Harry, before he was anything, he was Harruvard of Werrewood, a man-at-arms sworn in service to Lord Gadrin Strael.
Injured and left for dead during a bitter conflict along Lord Gadrin’s borders, his life was saved by the kindness of a stranger. But as Harruvard’s past refused to let him go, that same kindness soon would be stained red.
In the deep of winter, beneath creeping snows and biting ice, the black seeds of the monster Harruvard would become were sown by the hands of men, and nurtured by their cruelty.
Scars of the Sand – A Tale of the Blackshield Dogs
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In the fighting pits of Parathet, life is cheap – for blood is but a commodity and champions are utterly expendable.
Beneath the shadows of opulent towers and golden domes, the young slave, Harlin, carves a terrible name for himself from the flesh of men. Born of a warrior race and forced into a life of unending violence, many say no man alive can slay him. But in Parathet the price of reputation is weighted in gold and silver, and when Harlin’s owner is challenged to put that reputation to its greatest test, it may well be his last.
For Harlin must face the man known as Ethiki the Bastard. A slave-warrior of more dread renown than even himself, Ethiki’s kills are beyond number, his strength unmatched and methods sickening.
But in Harlin the fires of the past burn and sear without end, the memories of his childhood sharp as the torturer’s blade, his hatred birthing a relentless, diseased thirst for vengeance. Faced with finality, with the prospect of it being unfulfilled, the blood-crowds of Parathet may yet learn that the scars of the sand run deeper than mere flesh.
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Horns of the Hunter: Tales of Luah Fáil Book I
An age of myth. A bitter feud. A storm of legend.
It is the closing days of the Enkindled King’s wars for Earthblood, when a cycle of violence and hatred sparks a bitter feud in his shadow.
Náith, the Warrior. Luw, the Hunter. Cast aside and burned by their lover’s betrayal, the two find themselves trapped in a bloody struggle for the affections of Síle, the Maid of Mael Tulla.
Cherished as a healer and bringer of verdant life to barren lands, Síle stands as a mystery unto all – even those who would claim her heart. For one so gentle and kind, secrets and bloodshed swarm about her like flies upon a corpse.
Consumed by hatred and heartache, both Náith and Luw will take the darkest of trials and challenge death itself, unaware of the true game being played.
A storm beyond imagining waits for the Warrior and the Hunter. One that will decide the fate of Luah Fáil.
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