BETRAYAL CASTS LONG SHADOWS - NONE KNOW THIS BETTER THAN BRICE SERHOLM.
As a decorated general in the kingdom's elite Blade Knights, Brice had to overcome the taint of treason and betrayal to attain his rank. When Brice and a force of knights are sent on a mission to investigate claims of rebellion in one of Avidar's provinces, their ship is magically attacked, and the resulting investigation tests every oath Brice swore before his king.
Meanwhile, an inhuman infant escapes the capital's Slave-Hold, the king's mistress comes into possession of a unique dagger, and Del'Ahrid, the king's most trusted First Advisor, begins to question everything he built his honour and life upon.
Events are in motion that will test every man, woman and child - and a conflict is coming that will shake the kingdom to its very foundations.
SO BEGINS THE MAHAELIAN CHRONICLE.
This is the 3rd edition of the book, and I re-published it on 1 October, so there are no sales or any kind of ranking yet.
Chapter One
High General Brice Serholm looked down on the bound tribesmen, questions spinning through his mind. He was a tall man, broad-shouldered as his father had once been, and his shadow draped three of the tribesmen like a shroud.
The heat was intense and enveloping, like the soft, insistent pressure of an unwelcome hug. At least it was dry and not the muddy, redfly-infested swampland he had fought in a decade ago – the heat in Sagrassos had seemed to come from the Pit itself, while this heat was like a blessing from Mahaelal in comparison. He was sweating, though – the wool that cushioned his ornate breastplate was disgustingly moist, and he was glad he had decided on leggings and greaves instead of a full suit of armor, though he had chosen to keep his command cloak. A cool wind would have been welcome, but more than that Brice wished that Mahaelal had seen fit to bless the proceedings with someone who could speak the tribesmen’s language.
It would certainly help with finding out why they had attacked the Fatal Current – and just what they had used to attack it with. If the attack had come from the mainland Brice would have immediately communicated it to the king, and they wouldn’t have had to change their course. But they were the closest force and they were duty-bound to investigate. Which was how Brice found himself before of a group of probably-illiterate barbarians. I wouldn’t be surprised if they have a similar word for me. We’re all barbarians – it just depends on the circumstances.
The tribesmen were seated on the ground in a ragged circle, silent and sullen. Their wrists and ankles were bound together with twine that his second, Knight-Captain Mar, had found in one of the huts.
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Rafael Bronze Juck Pereira
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Ailyn Sangronis and Jesus Ocando
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Author review: Ailyn and Jesus have provided an excellent and timeous translation, and I'm looking forward to working with them on future projects. |
