In a brand-new humorous fantasy in the style of Terry Pratchett and Douglas Adams, Malix Shandy, the best-looking scoundrel in the kingdom, sets off on a hopeless quest to find the dreaded Fury Clock. Dodging necromancers and an extremely beautiful and peculiar barmaid, Shandy needs to find the clock in seven days or he’ll suffer a fate worse than death. Teamed up with an enormous ogre and a psychotic dwarf, Shandy starts to think maybe death would be restful after a week in such company.
Brimming with romance, exciting elves in tight pants, dirty farmboys out to save the world, and tasty roast boar, get ready to embark on a crazy ride into goat-flavored, literary utopia. After all, it isn’t every day you discover the shocking truth about gnomes, dragon eggs or Instant Boots.
The Fury Clock has just been recently published, so it has not much of track record yet. However, my epic fantasy trilogy (The Hawk and His Boy, The Shadow at the Gate, and The Wicked Day) have sold a combined number of over 70,000 on Amazon for Kindle.
Chapter 1
A Tavern Fight and Other Delicious Things
The platter of succulent and delicious roast boar sailed through the air, missed the tavern keeper’s head by an inch, and smashed against the mirror behind the bar in a shower of hot gravy and glass.
“Get him!” howled the tavern keeper. “Drinks on the house if you catch the wretch, hog-tied and gagged!”
The crowd inside the Queen’s Head Tavern needed no encouragement. They surged forward as one toward the man in black standing in the middle of the room. He smiled and flicked a bit of lint off his sleeve. That was all the free time he had before the mob engulfed him. He disappeared beneath the wave of patrons. Fists flew, crockery was put to violent use, and a table splintered under the weight of several bodies. Inexplicably, and against all probability, the man in black suddenly popped up in the middle of the scrum. He had two attackers in headlocks under each arm and was simultaneously head-butting a third in the face. Somehow he managed to wink at one of the barmaids at the same time. She giggled and sat down abruptly on a chair, her legs weak.
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Already translated.
Translated by Bárbara Borba
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Author review: Barbara did a great job. She is an excellent communicator and kept to deadline. I'm very pleased with her work and would be happy to partner with her again. |
