The captain had a window that looked north-west.Īnd put pen to paper. All you had to do to get them was ride north or west into the Wild. Albinkirk furs were the marvel of ten countries.
A garrison that had too much cash, because the posting came with the right to invest in fur caravans from the north. A garrison of hirelings who bossed the weak, abused the women, and took money from the tradesmen. It was a rank he'd achieved through pure talent.Īnd as a reward, he sat in this rich town with a garrison a third the size that it was supposed to be on paper. The Captain of Albinkirk, Ser John Crayford, had not started his life as a gentleman. His hands pained him all the time, awake or asleep. His hands remembered everything-the blows, the nights on the ground, the freezing cold, the gauntlets that didn't quite fit. All those deeds of arms make wonderful stories, but the doing is cold, wet and terrifying. While he sat in a town so safe it was dull, growing old.ĭon't be a fool, he told himself. Jealous of a boy a third of his age, commanding a pretty company of lances. The Captain of Albinkirk forced himself to stop staring out his narrow, glazed window and do some work. If you would like to use material from the book (other than for review purposes), prior written permission must be obtained by contacting the publisher at Thank you for your support of the author's rights.
Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the publisher constitute unlawful piracy and theft of the author's intellectual property. If you’re a fan of Mark Lawrence, John Gwynne, or Brian McClellan you won’t want to miss out on this intricate, epic debut fantasy. The abby is rich, the nuns are pretty and the monster preying on them is nothing he can’t deal with. So when he hires his company out to protect an Abbess and her nunnery, it’s just another job. The Red Knight has all three, he has youth on his side, and he’s determined to turn a profit. It takes all the advantages of birth, training, and the luck of the devil to do it. But if standing and fighting is hard, leading a company of men - or worse, a company of mercenaries - against the smart, deadly creatures of the Wild is even harder. Twenty eight florins a month is nowhere near enough when a wyvern’s jaws snap shut on your helmet in the hot stink of battle, and the beast starts to rip the head from your shoulders. Twenty eight florins a month is a huge price to pay, for a man to stand between you and the Wild. Miles Cameron weaves an epic tale of magic and mercenaries, war and depravity, politics and intrigue in this action-packed debut fantasy The Red Knight.
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