Before King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, Britain was a land of shadows.
It’s Midwinter’s Eve, and a storyteller weaves a fantastic tale from his youth:
“I have lived more years than I can remember, probably more than the sum of all your years combined. Kings have called me friend and brigands have sworn to burn the flesh from my bones, even if they have to search all seven halls of the Shadowland to find me.”
Be transported back to the Dark Ages; to a time when Britain lay in shadows, deserted by its Roman masters. When the Saxons invade at the invitation of Vortigern—traitorous leader of the Britons—the tribes must unite in order to reclaim the land they see as their birthright. And one among them must rise and be crowned as their rightful King.
An Amazon Bestseller in Arthurian Fantasy, Shadowland breathes new life into the legends we have all come to know.
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'My name is Usher Vance, and mine has been a long and interesting life, or so I've been told before in company such as this.' Brushing back a long strand of silver-grey hair, the old man gazed about at the small audience of expectant faces and settled himself more comfortably into the familiar leather chair. Over the years, he had come to regard the chair as his own and, like an old friend, was all too aware of its weaknesses and strengths. It creaked and sagged and he responded in a similar fashion, rearranging his somewhat considerable bulk as he fumbled for pipe and tobacco. His fingers began charging the clay bowl with motion requiring little thought and he smiled, relishing the delight of spinning yet another tale.
'I have lived more years than I can remember.' He leaned forward to better study a few of his nearest listeners. 'Probably more than the sum of all your years combined. Kings have called me friend and heathen warriors have sworn to burn the flesh from my bones, vowing to search all seven halls of Hell to find me.'
Several of the younger villagers in the room fidgeted and cast about for the reassuring sight of a parent or friend, but most simply stared at the old man with eager expressions, impatient for the tale, any tale, to begin.
As the summer had turned to autumn and, more recently, as the first cold days settled a wintry grip upon the land, the villagers had gossiped and speculated upon the subject of Usher's story for this year.
