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David Gilman: Scourge of Wolves (Guest Blog)

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David Gilman has had an impressive variety of jobs – from firefighter to professional photographer, from soldier in the Parachute Regiment’s Reconnaissance Platoon to a Marketing Manager for an international publisher. He has countless radio, television and film credits before turning to novels. From 2000 until 2009 he was a principal writer on A Touch Of Frost.         David currently lives in Devon with his wife.

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Winter, 1361: Edward III has finally agreed a treaty with the captive French King, John II. In return for his freedom, John has ceded vast tracts of territory to the English. But the mercenary bands and belligerent lords will not give up their hard-won spoils to honour a defeated king’s promises.

As he battles to enforce Edward’s claim, Thomas Blackstone, once again, will face the might of the French army on the field. But this time there will be no English army at his back.


Guest Blog:

David Gilman – Scourge of Wolves.

The enmity between the French house of Valois and Thomas Blackstone is as fierce as always and if the French cannot corner him then they will turn his actions against him and persuade the English King that Thomas Blackstone is a murderer and a rapist. Any treaty between the English and the French is ignored when it comes to destroying Blackstone.

War and superstition were often travelling companions for the men who fought in medieval times. Portents of death were taken seriously, and no soldier wanted to die unshriven, without his sins being forgiven by a priest. In the winter of 1361 and then into 1362 France was still plagued with thousands of vicious armed men, ex-soldiers no longer held by their fealty to a lord or arrayed by their respective king, be they French, English, Gascons, Navarrese or German. Like the pestilence, they inflicted fear and devastation on the population. King Edward 111 had seemingly won his war against the French but now came the reckoning. Edward needs to claim what was no rightfully his and the French King, John 11, had to try and salvage what he could of his eviscerated country. The great set piece battles were no more there were many hard-fought contests between forces vying for power and influence.


Not only did routiers, mercenary bands, scour the land there was a civil war raging between Breton lords – a proxy war between the French and English. King John 11 backed one side, the English King the other, and amid this turmoil were those trying to claim the ceded territory due to the victorious English. Sir John Chandos the renowned knight, a man of great skill and political acumen was tasked with bringing those territories under English control and in Scourge of Wolves, it falls to Thomas Blackstone to defeat those who still opposed the will of the Crown. King Edward 111 played loose and fast with the treaty. He ordered any English mercenaries holding towns and land to return them to the French but in truth, he was slow to enforce this because it suited him to have the French tormented and to force them to concentrate their armies against the mercenaries.  It served to keep these disaffected men fighting in France rather than to return to England and create havoc at home.


Here then was a complex and brutal time politically and militarily where the future of two nations rested on a satisfactory outcome of a fragile peace treaty. Ceded territories were contested and routiers seemed to be aiding Edward who had not rescinded his claim to the French crown. In this broad sweep of historical mayhem Scourge of Wolves is told mostly through the eyes of the common soldier and the man who leads them, Sir Thomas Blackstone. In every conflict, those who engage in the fighting see only the immediate danger and to write about this time of great upheaval I needed to simplify events, imagine interlocking incidents that occurred behind the scenes and create dramatic intrigue to drive forward the story. Real events, real people, others invented. And above all else to take my readers on a journey where the portent of death hovers remorselessly over my characters.

Many thanks for this insight David.

Danger Zone 
1. The Devil’s Breath (2007)
2. Ice Claw (2008)
3. Blood Sun (2009)
Master of War
1. Master of War (2013)
2. Defiant Unto Death (2015)
3. Gate of the Dead (2015)
4. Viper’s Blood (2016)
5. Scourge of Wolves (2017)
Master of War Boxset: Books 1-3 (omnibus) (2017)
David gilman collection master of war series Books 1-4(omnibus) (2018)
Monkey and Me (2014)
The Last Horseman (2016)
Night Flight to Paris (2018)

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Paul Fraser Collard: Rebel Killer (Review)


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Paul’s love of military history started at an early age. A childhood spent watching films like Waterloo and Zulu whilst reading Sharpe, Flashman and the occasional Commando comic, gave him a desire to know more of the men who fought in the great wars of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries. At school, Paul was determined to become an officer in the British army and he succeeded in wining an Army Scholarship. However, Paul chose to give up his boyhood ambition and instead went into the finance industry. Paul stills works in the City, and lives with his wife and three children in Kent.
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Paul Fraser Collard’s roguish hero Jack Lark – dubbed ‘Sharpe meets the Talented Mr Ripley’ – returns once more, switching sides to join the ranks of the Confederate Army. This latest adventure will see Jack journey through the Southern states as the American Civil War continues in earnest and is a must-listen for fans of Bernard Cornwell and Simon Scarrow.

Jack Lark, once the Scarlet Thief, has abandoned the rolling Virginian hills and is on the run with Rose, an escaped slave girl who is more than his match. Soon he will find his way into the uniform of the Confederate Army in an adventure that will culminate at the Battle of Shiloh – the bloodiest conflict in American history at its time.

Anyone who reads this review blog will know that im a big fan of Paul Collards writing, since book one he has managed to capture the spirit of Sharpe, that action and pace, the thrill and horror of battle but it was tempered with a style and pace that engaged and held the reader pinned to their seat, i’ve usually finished each book in a single sitting, never wanting to leave Jacks side.
Unlike Sharpe, Jack has grown as a character, he has book by book become more complex, the introduction of introspection and doubt, the subtle weaving of PTSD into his core fabric. Since the Siege of Delhi, Jack has seemed and felt indestructible, but he has become darker, a true killer yet one who saves his demons for the battle field. The Rebel Killer takes jack deeper into that darkness and his own mortality.
The Rebel Killer is somewhat different from the other books in the series, it holds the full horror of war, mortality and the depravity of the human condition, the true horror of civil war. Jack must face his own limits and ultimately change his view of who he is and what he can do, can Jack change the course of his life? his journey to that is one of pain and revenge, like many he must hit the darkest depths of his soul before he can search for absolution.
As always i highly recommend this and all Paul Collards books.
Jack Lark
0.5. Rogue (2014)
1. The Scarlet Thief (2013)
2. The Maharajah’s General (2013)
3. The Devil’s Assassin (2015)
4. The Lone Warrior (2015)
5. The Last Legionnaire (2016)
aka The Forgotten Son
6. The True Soldier (2017)
7. The Rebel Killer (2018)
8. Untitled (2019)
Recruit (2015)
Redcoat (2015)
The Jack Lark Library (omnibus) (2017)

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Tim Leach: Smile of the Wolf (extract)

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Writer, climber, whisky drinker, chess dabbler and general purpose layabout. London exile currently encamped in the North and loving it. I’ve studied and taught creative writing at the University of Warwick and worked in bookshops in London and Greece.

Smile of the Wolf

Tenth-century Iceland. In the darkness of midwinter, two friends set out on an adventure but end up killing a man.

Kjaran, a travelling poet who trades songs for food and shelter, and Gunnar, a feared warrior, must make a choice: conceal the deed or confess to the crime and pay the blood price to the family. For the right reasons, they make the wrong choice.Their fateful decision leads to a brutal feud: one man is outlawed, free to be killed by anyone without consequence; the other remorselessly hunted by the dead man’s kin.

Set in a world of ice and snow, Smile of the Wolf is an epic story of exile and revenge, of duels and betrayals, and two friends struggling to survive in a desolate landscape, where honour is the only code that men abide by.


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The voice seemed to come from all around us in the dark,
as though every woman who had seen her kin slain
were screaming down upon us. It took me a moment to see
her – another figure in the dark, running at us from Hrapp’s
The light of the moon caught her face as she drew close;
it was Vigdis, the wife of Hrapp, who was screaming. I saw
another thing under that light, that it was no ghost on the
ground before us. It was a living man who lay there, gasping
wetly for air, drowning in blood on dry land.
He wore Hrapp’s tunic and his face was daubed white with
curdled milk, but there was no mistaking who he was now that
battle fever had left us. A neighbour of ours: Erik Haraldsson,
one of the first to tell the stories of the dead man walking.
‘Erik,’ I said.
The dying man lifted his head at the name. He tried to speak
and bubbles of blood burst upon his lips, black under the light
of the moon.
I did not even see her move, she was so quick. In a moment
Vigdis had leapt at Gunnar and held his right hand with both
of hers, trying to wrestle the blade from him. And when he

tried to pry her away with his free hand, she sank her teeth into
the flesh of his hand, right between the thumb and forefinger.
He bellowed in pain and struck her. She twisted away, nose
pouring blood and legs shaking, but still as full of fight as any
young warrior. Her eyes strayed to the axe on the ground, and
perhaps she would have taken it up and fought like a shield
maiden from the old stories if she had faced one of us rather
than two. As it was she watched us silently, teeth bared and
eyes black.
I knelt beside Erik. I showed him the knife; he wept and
clawed at the red snow with his hands. Then he nodded. He
watched the knife come, but at the last moment he closed his
eyes and turned his head away. He could not bear to watch.
The blood steamed against the snow; the sound was like
river water when you break the ice in spring. And though
I thought she would fight and struggle and kick and howl,
Vigdis gave up all fighting the moment the knife bit deep. She
stood still and soundless and watched the man die.
I rubbed my hands clean with snow, stood and faced her.
‘What is your part in all this?’ I said.
‘It is cold out here,’ she said. ‘Come with me. I will tell you
‘We must bury him and mark the grave. We must tell his
family what has happened.’
She looked up at the stars, judging the colour of the sky:
the time we had left until the sun rose upon the killing.
‘It is cold,’ she said again. ‘That can wait.’
She turned from us then and picked her way carefully
through the snow, back towards the squat house in the distance.
And, like the fools we were, we followed her.

They are as dark as tombs, the houses of the Icelanders. In
other lands some light may bleed through a thatched roof; the
occasional gap in the walls is permitted to let in a little light.
But our homes are without windows, walled over with earth.
They seal out the winter cold, and sun and moon and stars are
sealed out as well. There is only the light of the cooking fire to
see by, and that is little more than embers at the end of winter.
Vigdis gave us bread and that watered-down, end-of-winter
ale that I had grown to hate. She moved around the narrow
building and I could see that she was a handsome woman,
slender and flaxen-haired. More beautiful than in daylight,
as I was to learn later, for in daylight one could see her eyes –
thief’s eyes, my people call them. But in that half-light of the
fire, I began to understand why she was a woman that men
might fight and kill for.
We sat together in that homely barrow and did not speak
for a time. Had some lost wanderer come in, we might have
looked like any other household. Family and friends, host and
guests. Not the killers that we were.
At last, Gunnar spoke. He had been hard at thought in the
near darkness, yet still he said: ‘I do not understand.’
‘Your friend does,’ she said, looking at me. ‘Don’t you?’
‘Yes, I do,’ I said, as I stretched out my hands over the
embers of the fire. ‘Who would hold land that the dead walked
upon? Who would have a ghost for a neighbour?’
‘You are clever,’ she said. ‘That was what we thought.’
‘A trick. A trick to win land from other men.’ I took another
sip of ale. ‘Was he your lover before Hrapp died?’
‘No, he was not.’
‘But afterwards, Erik came to you.’

‘Yes. I was lonely. He was kind to me.’
‘And was it your plan?’
She shook her head. ‘It was Erik. I was afraid to refuse him.’
‘I do not believe it,’ Gunnar said. ‘It was a womanly trick.
Erik would not think of it.’
‘Believe what you want,’ she said.
Gunnar stood and raised his hand as if to strike her again.
She did not start or flinch, merely stared back, unafraid, ready
to take the blow. There was still dried blood on her lips and
chin from where he had struck her before. Knowing the kind
of man Hrapp had been, perhaps she knew what it was to be
beaten and feared it no longer.
‘Gunnar,’ I said, a note of warning in my voice.
There was a hiss as Gunnar spat into the fire. ‘Enough of
this. What need is there to speak? We have witnesses to the
killing and can say that it was a fair fight. We will go to his
family tomorrow, pay the blood-price and end this matter.’
I said: ‘Why should you pay for killing a dishonourable
‘He has brothers, uncles, friends. I will pay them. Pay them
well. That will be an end to it.’
‘No.’ The word cut through the darkness, but it was not I
who spoke it. Vigdis waited until we both turned to her, before
she bowed her head and spoke again. ‘Think of the shame of it.’
‘Why should we care for your shame?’ Gunnar said.
‘Not mine. Erik’s,’ she replied, and that was the thought
that gave us pause.
Our lives are short on the cold earth and we all long to leave
something behind. A little gold for our sons and daughters –
but more than that, an honourable memory: to be spoken of
as a good man. And here was Erik, playing at being a dead
man, a coward’s trick to cheat his neighbours of their land.

‘What would you have us do, then?’ I asked.
‘Nothing,’ she said.
I saw Gunnar shudder. He whom none could call coward,
and I saw the touch of fear on him. For a man may kill, and
so long as he speaks of it openly, so long as he pays the bloodprice
to the family, it will do him no dishonour. Yet to kill
and to conceal the killing – our laws knew no greater crime
than that.
I thought on that, it is true. And I thought of how little
Gunnar had to call his own, the price he would have to pay
for the man he had killed. He had laboured for many years
to have something he might leave for his sons. A little land, a
decent herd, a few ounces of gold, a good sword. No king’s
treasure, but something a father might be proud of. Now it
would be taken from him.
I thought of how rarely a feud had been settled with silver,
for all that the laws decreed. How the dead man’s brothers
would come for us, if we allowed the killing to be known.
Gunnar looked on me then. In his eyes, I saw him asking
me to decide.
We did not dare risk the light of a torch, for fear of who might
see it. And so we dug through the snow and broke open the
icy ground in darkness, a miserable act of labour that took
the rest of the night. It is always harder work to bury a man
than it is to kill him.
When we had covered the unmarked grave, Vigdis came to
us with a skin of water. ‘Thank you,’ she said, and kissed our
hands, our murderers’ hands.
‘You shall speak of this to no man?’ she said, and we swore
that we would not. She clasped our hands in turn, as though

we were merchants concluding our trade. When she took
Gunnar’s hand, I saw him pull her close, whisper a question
to her. But I did not hear the words, nor did I hear her answer.
We walked in silence for a time, and I thought of the man
we had killed. I had sung in his little farm two autumns before,
but had not sought to winter with him. He was a quick man
with a jest, kind as well, but it was a wifeless and childless
home he had and so he was always touched with sadness.
I remembered one night, when we had drunk too much too
quickly, I heard him weeping when he thought I was sleeping.
He was lonely, I think, and I have always feared the lonely.
‘No good will come of this,’ Gunnar said.
‘Perhaps,’ I answered. And though we tried to speak again
many times in that long walk back, we found no more to say
than this.

Wait. Something is not right.
The fire grows low and we must not let it die. It is dark
outside and I know you must be weary. We should let the fire
burn to embers, we should lie down and sleep. But we shall
not. There is much more I have to tell you this night. I will
not give this story to you a piece at a time, like a starving old
woman eking out the supplies from her petty pantry. We shall
feast tonight on this story. I shall tell it all to you.
So – throw the good brush upon the fire. No, no, not that
from that pile, use the best wood we have, there is no need to
save it. Why? I shall tell you that, soon enough. But not now.
That is better. I see you clearly now. A good thing, to see
that face of yours in this light. A sadness, too, of course. For
once I spoke and sang in the longhouses of great chieftains, a
hundred souls in a silent room, listening to my words alone.
I never sang to a king’s court, not as those truly great poets
do, but I did have some honour granted to my voice. Now it
is you alone that I sing for.
The fire burns brighter. And now I will tell you another
story. Let me tell you of how our people first came to this
Ah, yes – roll your eyes if you will. You shall tell me that
you have heard this story many times before. This is true.
But you will listen once more. For this is a story that cannot
be told too many times. No other story matters, if this one is

There was an empty land before them, a tyrant at their heels
– that was the way the first men came to this island. That is the
way all new countries are settled.
When they gathered on the shores of the old country, what
they could not load on to the long ships they burned. They
would leave nothing for the king who drove them from Norway,
the man they called Harald Fairhair. They kissed the soil and
the sand, and wept for the homes they would never see again.
They cast away, that great fleet of exiles, out across the dark
sea to a place known to them only by rumour and myth.
Not all lived to see the new land. Storms and drift ice tore
ships open, sending many to feed the fell spirits that hunt in
the black water. Others wandered lost in the storms, washing
ashore in hostile countries where they received a welcome of
iron, a home in shallow earth. But the survivors pressed on,
sailing past the coast of Scotland, past the islands of Orkney
and Faroe. At last, they reached their new home. Your family,
and mine.
It was a great island in the midst of the cold sea, a place of
green shores with an icy heart. An unpeopled country, its name
hard and unforgiving, but that was what drew the settlers. It
was their protection, to live in a land that no others wanted.
A place that seemed uninhabitable. But with a little skill, and
fortune from the gods, they knew there was a living to be made
here. Not much of one, it was true. They would never be rich
or powerful men – just a nation of farmers scratching at nearbarren
soil, fighting to keep their herds alive through the long
dark. They told themselves they did not want wealth or power.
Perhaps some of them even believed it.
As they drew close to shore, the captain of each ship lifted a
long, narrow object from the deck. They did so carefully, as if
they held a child in their arms, unwrapping the sealskin blanket

to reveal the treasure within. No gold or weaponry, but a simple
piece of wood. Part of a door or a roof or a column from a high
seat, some fragment of the home that they had left behind. And
for some it was a coffin they unwrapped, one of their kin who
had begun the voyage, but had not lived to see its end.
Each man threw his memento out into the wild waves and
watched them go. Some of the pieces of wood went straight to
shore, others followed the eddies into closed coves and fjords,
others still were caught in currents and wandered to some
distant part of the coast. Where each of those staves went, a
ship followed. Where they washed ashore, there a family settled
and made a new home from the wood of the old.
They came to build a country without kings and cities. A
place where every man was equal, every man had land. A place
with no rulers save for honour and the law.
And, for a time at least, it was true.

The Last King of Lydia (2013)
The King and the Slave (2014)
Smile of the Wolf (2018)

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Christian Cameron: Sword of Justice (review)

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Christian Cameron USA flag (b.1962)
aka Miles Cameron, Gordon Kent

Christian Cameron was born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania in 1962. He grew up in Rockport, Massachusetts, Iowa City, Iowa, and Rochester, New York, where he attended McQuaid Jesuit High School and later graduated from the University of Rochester with a degree in history.

After the longest undergraduate degree on record (1980-87), he joined the United States Navy, where he served as an intelligence officer and as a backseater in S-3 Vikings in the First Gulf War, in Somalia, and elsewhere. After a dozen years of service, he became a full time writer in 2000. He lives in Toronto, Canada with his wife Sarah and their daughter Beatrice.

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1367: Europe stands on the brink of total war.

Political alliances are beginning to rupture. No state is immune: England, France, the Holy Roman Empire, Milan, Genoa, Venice, Constantinople . . . Every mercenary knight for hundreds of miles must sharpen his sword and prepare for battle.

But Sir William Gold has other problems. Just to reach Europe, he must capture its most unassailable fortress. He must also protect his liege-lord, the Green Count, from assassins hell-bent on his demise.

The balance of power in the West will change. William Gold must trust to hope, and his men, that he lands on the winning side . . .


Book 4 in the Chivalry series and while not my favourite series by Christian Cameron, I think probably the series that feels the most alive and real. This is a series that I feel has taught me much about a time I knew so little, and its always done in such a light handed way, i never feel like im being taught, im just drawn into the period and everything is shown to me, presented in a way to entertain and educate, every item, every place and every action of a fight.

In this latest book William Gold returns home to Europe, and all the petty squabbles of small and great nations, the power-plays and back stabbing, that allows the author to make some very insightful comparisons to the companies travels in Outremer.  But on the more intimate stage William must protect his Lord and his lady from the machinations of the Prince of Achea and of course inevitably Camus, who seems to become more and more depraved in every book. The plans of the bad guys in this book allow for some great scenes and a true sense of the spirit of the books , the Chivalry of William and his men, and the struggle to live to that code against those who would do what they will, when they want.

William Gold may be a real figure from history, but in the chivalry series ,where there are so many gaps in historical knowledge there is fodder for the writer to explore, there has over the series been a blending an evolution of William Gold, so much so that at times im not sure where William Gold begins and Christian Cameron ends, when a person puts that much passion into a character and also that much of his own personal experiences its inevitable and its wonderful from the readers perspective.

I highly recommend this series and indeed all of Christian books


Alan Craik (as by Gordon Kent)
1. Night Trap (1998)
aka Rules of Engagement
2. Peace Maker (2000)
3. Top Hook (2002)
4. Hostile Contact (2003)
5. Force Protection (2004)
6. Damage Control (2005)
7. The Spoils of War (2006)
1. Tyrant (2008)
2. Storm of Arrows (2009)
3. Funeral Games (2010)
4. King of the Bosporus (2011)
5. Destroyer of Cities (2013)
6. Force of Kings (2014)
Long War
1. Killer of Men (2010)
2. Marathon (2011)
3. Poseidon’s Spear (2012)
4. The Great King (2014)
5. Salamis (2015)
6. Rage of Ares (2016)
Tom Swan and the Head of St George
1. Castillon (2012)
2. Venice (2012)
3. Constantinople (2012)
4. Rome (2013)
5. Rhodes (2013)
6. Chios (2013)
1. The Ill-Made Knight (2013)
2. The Long Sword (2014)
3. The Green Count (2017)
4. Sword of Justice (2018)
Tom Swan and the Siege of Belgrade
1. Tom Swan and the Siege of Belgrade: Part One (2014)
2. Tom Swan and the Siege of Belgrade: Part Two (2014)
3. Tom Swan and the Siege of Belgrade: Part Three (2014)
4. Tom Swan and the Siege of Belgrade: Part Four (2015)
5. Tom Swan and the Siege of Belgrade: Part Five (2015)
6. Tom Swan and the Siege of Belgrade: Part Six (2015)
7. Tom Swan and the Siege of Belgrade: Part Seven (2015)
Tom Swan and the Last Spartans
1. Tom Swan and the Last Spartans: Part One (2016)
2. Tom Swan and the Last Spartans: Part Two (2016)
3. Tom Swan and the Last Spartans: Part Three (2017)
4. Tom Swan and the Last Spartans: Part Four (2017)
5. Tom Swan and the Last Spartans: Part Five (2017)
Cauldron of Violence (2000) (as by Gordon Kent)
Washington and Caesar (2001)
The Falconer’s Tale (2007) (as by Gordon Kent)
God of War (2012)
A Song of War (2016) (with Libbie Hawker, Kate Quinn, Vicky Alvear Shecter, Stephanie Thornton, S J A Turney and Russell Whitfield)
Tudor Knight (2019)
The New Achilles (2019)
Traitor Son Cycle
1. The Red Knight (2012)
2. The Fell Sword (2012)
3. The Dread Wyrm (2012)
4. A Plague of Swords (2016)
5. The Fall of Dragons (2017)
Masters & Mages
1. Cold Iron (2018)
Forge of Darkness (2019)

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Theodore Brun A Sacred Storm (2018)

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Theo is an established author and public speaker.​ At Cambridge, he studied Dark Age archaeology (amongst other things). After university he trained as a solicitor, qualifying into international arbitration law where he worked for several years, including for two Magic Circle firms. His career took him first to London, then to Moscow, Paris and finally

A Sacred Storm  (2018)
(The second book in the Viking Chronicles series)

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8th Century Sweden: Erlan Aurvandil, a Viking outlander, has pledged his sword to Sviggar Ivarsson, King of the Sveärs, and sworn enemy of the Danish king Harald Wartooth. But Wartooth, hungry for power, is stirring violence in the borderlands. As the fires of this ancient feud are reignited Erlan is bound by honour and oath to stand with King Sviggar.

But, unbeknownst to the old King his daughter, Princess Lilla, has fallen under Erlan’s spell. As the armies gather Erlan and Lilla must choose between their duty to Sviggar and their love for each other.

Blooded young, betrayed often, Erlan is no stranger to battle. And hidden in the shadows, there are always those determined to bring about the maelstrom of war..


When i read the first book in this series A Mighty Dawn i admitted to having had initial reservations, but the book grew and drew me in. Sacred Storm however took hold of me from the first page, my only concern was its size a whopping 704 pages, its a hefty beast. But there isn’t a wasted sentence in the whole book

This is a book and series that crosses boundaries, On the one had we have the viking world told in all its visceral glory, not needing to go raiding elsewhere, but life, love and war in their lands, and on the other had we have blended in the myths that surround their lives, the superstition brought to life, which for me edges the book into both the Historical Fiction Genre and also the Fantasy Genre, it certainly stimulates my love of both genres.

Sacred storm takes the reader on turbulent ride following the rise and fall of the fortunes of Erlan Aurvandil, an outsider with no past, at least not one he wants to share.  By wits and skill of arms he has risen high in fortunes and favour with the Svear King Sviggar, and on his coat tails rides his friend (Kai) the Loki to his brooding warrior. Their world is due to endure a dramatic upheaval, machinations are at work, both political and mysterious, and the impact will be catastrophic, love will be gained and lost, wealth and power gained and lost, and ultimately the warp and weft of fate will be decided on the battlefield.

Where i enjoyed A Mighty Storm, i loved a Sacred Storm, it has all the elements you need in an epic tale of battle , love and power, and its told in a gripping energetic style, nothing mythological seems far fetched, just another explanation of haw the world turns, the authors love of the Viking period shines like polished hack silver from every line.

This is a truly wonderful story and it still has so much more to give, the fact that this is a book two clearly shows how much this author has to give both in story and talent, this is a series both genres need to get behind, Fantasy/ Myth and History  blended to perfection.

Highly recommended


Viking Chronicles
1. A Mighty Dawn (2017)
2. A Sacred Storm (2018)

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C. C. Humphreys : Chasing the Wind: A Roxy Loewen Mystery (Review)

C. C. Humphreys

Chris (C.C.) Humphreys was born in Toronto and grew up in the UK. All four grandparents were actors and since his father was an actor as well, it was inevitable he would follow the bloodline. He has acted all over the world and appeared on stages ranging from London’s West End to Hollywood’s Twentieth Century Fox. Favorite roles have included Hamlet, Caleb the Gladiator in NBC’s Biblical-Roman epic mini-series, ‘AD – Anno Domini’, Clive Parnell in ‘Coronation Street’, and Jack Absolute in Sheridan’s ‘The Rivals’.

Chris has written ten historical novels. The first, ‘The French Executioner’ told the tale of the man who killed Anne Boleyn, was runner up for the CWA Steel Dagger for Thrillers 2002, and has been optioned for the screen. Its sequel was ‘Blood Ties’. Having played Jack Absolute, he stole the character and has written three books on this ‘007 of the 1770’s’ – ‘Jack Absolute’, ‘The Blooding of Jack Absolute’ and ‘Absolute Honour’- short listed for the 2007 Evergreen Prize by the Ontario Library Association, all currently being re-released in the US by Sourcebooks. His novel about the real Dracula, ‘Vlad, The Last Confession’ was a bestseller in Canada and his novel, ‘A Place Called Armageddon’ was recently published in Turkish. All have been published in the UK, Canada, the US and many have been translated in various languages including Russian, Italian, German, Greek, Spanish, Portuguese, Czech, Serbian, Turkish and Indonesian. His adult novel ‘Shakespeare’s Rebel’, about William Shakespeare’s fight choreographer at the time of ‘Hamlet’, was released in the UK in March 2013 and in Canada August 2011.

His most recent adult novels for Century in the UK and Doubleday in Canada are ‘Plague’ and ‘Fire’. Tales of religious fundamentalist serial killers set against the wild events of 1665 to 1666, London, ‘Plague’ won Canada’s Crime Writers’ Association Best Crime Novel Award, the Arthur Ellis in 2015. In the Summer of 2016, both novels spent five weeks in the Globe and Mail Top Ten Bestseller list.

He has also written a trilogy for young adults ‘The Runestone Saga’. A heady brew of Norse myth, runic magic, time travel and horror, the first book in the series ‘The Fetch’ was published in North America in July 2006, with the sequel, ‘Vendetta’ in August 2007 and the conclusion, ‘Possession’, August 2008. They are also published in Russia, Greece, Turkey and Indonesia. His Young Adult novel ‘The Hunt of the Unicorn’ was released by Knopf in North America in March 2011 and also published in Spain. A loose sequel, The ‘Hunt of the Dragon’, was published in Canada in Fall 2016.

Author in the role of Jack Absolute. Malvern 1987

Author in the role of Jack Absolute. Malvern 1987

His new novel is in the editing stage and has a working title of ‘Girl on a Zeppelin’. It tells of Roxy Loewen, a 1930’s Aviatrix, a tough and sassy flyer who steals art from under Hitler’s nose at the Berlin Olympics and ends up on the Hindenberg. Look for it in May 2018.

Chris lives on Salt Spring Island, BC, Canada, with his wife, son and his writing partner, Dickon the Cat.








Chasing The Wind

Chasing the Wind: A Roxy Loewen Mystery by [Humphreys, C. C.]


I have to admit to being shocked when i heard that CC Humphreys , the author of such amazing books as Jack Absolute, Vlad, Shakespeare’s Rebel and many other books, was self publishing, but publishing is a funny old business.

What it does mean is that for once with a self pub purchase you the reader know you’re going to get wonderful polished writing.

Chasing the Wind was always going to be a bit of a departure in reading for me and im sure writing for the author, its a lot more modern, set just before WW2. But while its much more immediate in terms of history its also set in a time of huge peril, massive global changes and immense personal peril for so many, Fascism has risen its ugly head, persecution is rife, and ugliness and right wing agenda has come to the fore  (sound familiar). As a book its unwritten narrative has some sobering and scary parallels for the modern world.

But Chasing the wind, is also a book about Love, adventure, romance, action daring and female empowerment. Following the fall and rise of Roxy Loewen one of the 99’s, the international female pilots, including friends like Amelia Earhart, her fortunes take her across a war torn world, taking risks and pushing her flying skills to the maximum. Until a job lands in her lap, to help secure a lost work of art, to save it from the Nazis and raise funds to fight them. to do this she must fly into the lair of the beast all the while being stalked by the demons of her past.

Once again CC Humphreys has created a wonderful canvas and painted on it fantastic and very real characters, Roxy is both believable and funny and very engaging to read, yes at times there is a little of the Penelope Pitt stop about some of the scenes, but its fits with the plot, it fits with the adventure style of the book. There is a very boys own style to the adventure and action, and it works.

I had great fun with this book and this character and flew through the reading of the book, i really do recommend it, there are very few people who can write such wonderful characters.

Buy the book… total bargain at £4.50.



French Executioner
1. The French Executioner (2002)
2. Blood Ties (2003)
Jack Absolute
1. Jack Absolute (2003)
2. The Blooding of Jack Absolute (2004)
3. Absolute Honour (2006)
Runestone Saga (as by Chris Humphreys)
1. The Fetch (2006)
2. Vendetta (2007)
3. Possession (2008)
Roxy Loewen Mystery
Chasing the Wind (2018)
Vlad (2008)
The Hunt of the Unicorn (2011)
A Place Called Armageddon (2011)
Shakespeare’s Rebel (2013)
Plague (2014)
The Curse of Anne Boleyn (2015)
Fire (2016)
The Hunt of the Dragon (2016)




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Conn Iggulden: Falcon of Sparta (Review)

Conn Iggulden

Conn Iggulden is one of the most successful authors of historical fiction writing today. He has written three previous bestselling historical series, including Wars of the RosesDunstan is a stand-alone novel set in the red-blooded world of tenth-century England.

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The Falcon of Sparta


book cover of The Falcon of Sparta


In the Ancient World, one army was feared above all others. This is their story.

When Cyrus, brother to the Great King of Persia, attempts to overthrow his reckless sibling, he employs a Greek mercenary army of 10,000 soldiers. When this army becomes stranded as a result of the unexpected death of Cyrus and then witnesses the treacherous murder of its entire officer corps, despair overtakes them.

One man, Xenophon, rallies the Greeks. As he attempts to lead them to freedom across 1,500 miles of hostile territory seething with adversaries, 10,000 men set off on the long way home.


Falcon of Sparta the latest stand alone novel from Conn Iggulden, As ever with Conn Iggulden you get a blending of fact with immersive fiction, you gain insights and education. For me the 10,000 was always about Xenophon’s struggle to get his people home. As always Conn Iggulden starts it well before that, in fact for more than half the book Xenophon is a bit player, far from the central figure of the plot. The story follows the plight of Cyrus, Son and upon his demise brother to the great king of Persia.

Following Cyrus we are introduced to the Greek generals, the soldiers he admires most for their professionalism, and we start to learn the vastness of the Persian empire, and how the Greeks were masters of their art (of war). We learn the differences in cultures, and how the people perceived themselves, only after the great betrayal do we truly find Xenophon and his mettle, and struggle home with him and the remaining people.

As with all Conn Igguldens books, its his totally immersive characters that you grow with that bring the story to life, that enfold you the reader into the plot and in this case make you a Spartan in the front line, a scout out hunting, a member of the camp scared at night wishing only to survive even a Persian running from the utterly terrifying red cloaked war machine that is a Spartan army.

Falcon of Sparta means i have now read 2 books this year that i would class as great, its never a surprise to put an Iggulden in this category and Falcon of Sparta is one of Conn Igguldens best ever books, quite an achievement for a man who has written so many fantastic books.

This book will appeal to Historical Fiction and Fantasy fans, the march of the 10,000 and the Persian empire being the basis for many fantasy novels. But most of all its because its such a fast paced story with a rich tapestry painted for the reader.

go buy this book


1. The Gates of Rome (2002)
2. The Death of Kings (2004)
3. The Field of Swords (2004)
4. The Gods of War (2006)
5. The Blood of Gods (2013)
Gates of Rome / Death of Kings (omnibus) (2009)
Emperor (omnibus) (2011)
The Emperor Series Books 1-5 (omnibus) (2013)
1. Wolf of the Plains (2007)
aka Genghis: Birth of an Empire
2. Lords of the Bow (2008)
aka Genghis: Lords of the Bow
3. Bones of the Hills (2008)
4. Empire of Silver (2010)
aka Khan: Empire of Silver
5. Conqueror (2011)
Conqueror and Lords of the Bow (omnibus) (2009)
The Khan Series (omnibus) (2012)
Conqueror Series 5-Book Bundle (omnibus) (2013)
1. Tollins (2009)
2. Dynamite Tales (2011)
Wars of the Roses
1. Stormbird (2013)
2. Trinity (2014)
aka Margaret of Anjou
3. Bloodline (2015)
4. Ravenspur (2016)
Wars of the Roses (omnibus) (2017)
Dunstan (2017)
The Abbot’s Tale (2018)
The Falcon of Sparta (2018)
Fig Tree (2014)
Series contributed to
Quick Reads 2006
Blackwater (2006)
Quick Reads 2012
Quantum of Tweed (2012)
Non fiction
The Dangerous Book for Boys (2006) (with Hal Iggulden)
The Dangerous Book for Boys Yearbook (2007) (with Hal Iggulden)
The Pocket Dangerous Book for Boys: Things to Do (2007)(with Hal Iggulden)
The Dangerous Book for Boys Kit: How to Get There(2008)
The Dangerous Book for Boys Kit: Nature Fun (2008)
The Dangerous Book for Boys: 2009 Day-to-Day Calendar (2008)
The Pocket Dangerous Book for Boys: Facts, Figures and Fun (2008)
The Pocket Dangerous Book for Boys: Things to Know(2008) (with Hal Iggulden)
The Pocket Dangerous Book for Boys: Wonders of the World (2008) (with Hal Iggulden)
The Dangerous Book for Boys 2010 Day-to-Day Calendar(2009) (with Hal Iggulden)
The Dangerous Book of Heroes (2009) (with David Iggulden)

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