Hawkwood and the Kings: Hawkwood's Voyage & The Heretic Kings (Monarchies of God, Books 1-2)

Hawkwood and the Kings: Hawkwood's Voyage & The Heretic Kings (Monarchies of God, Books 1-2)

Paul Kearney

Language: English

Pages: 519

ISBN: 2:00232458

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


This omnibus ebook contains the first two novels in the Monarchies of God series—Hawkwood's Voyage and The Heretic Kings.

THE WESTERN WORLD IS BURNING...

For Richard Hawkwood and his crew, a desperate venture to carry refugees to the uncharted land across the Great Western Ocean offers the only chance of escape from the Inceptines' pyres. In the East, Lofantyr, Abeleyn and Mark—three of the five Ramusian Kings—have defied the cruel pontiff's purge and must fight to hold their thrones through excommunication, intrigue and civil war. In the quiet monastery city of Charibon, two humble monks make a discovery that will change the whole world. Aekir, the Holy City, has fallen and all now seems lost, but even on the eve of destruction the Faithful still war amongst themselves...

Hawkwood and the Kings collects Hawkwood's Voyage and The Heretic Kings, the first two books in Paul Kearney's spectacular The Monarchies of God cycle.

Daughters of Fire. Barbara Erskine

The Book of Lost Tales: Part 1 (The History of Middle-Earth, Book 1)

Sword of Destiny (The Witcher, Book 2)

The Ice Dragon

Judgment (Magic: The Gathering: Odyssey Cycle, Book 3)

Shadow Witch (Wizard Born, Book 4)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

though, so they must be shuttered most of the time." "The log. Bardolin, did the log survive?" The mage looked grim. "No. It went in the fire, as did most of your charts and the old rutter." "Griella?" "She is at peace. I was wrong ever to bring her on this voyage, and yet she saved our lives, I think. Murad's, anyway. It is hard to know. A hard thing to have done." "She loved him." It could have been question or statement. "In her own way, yes. But no good would have come of it. They would

heaven. There were manacles about every ankle, and their faces were obscured by wild tangles of matted hair. "Half a thousand galley slaves from the Royal fleet," the ensign said cheerily. "Tribesmen from the Felimbri, most of them, worshippers of the Horned One. Black-hearted devils, they are. I'd mind your back, sir, when you're near them. They tried to brain one of my men last night and we had to shoot a couple." A dull anger began to rise in Corfe. "This cannot be right, sir. We must be

everyone," Murad ordered. "You sailors, bring what fruit you've gathered. It will suffice for tonight." There was little sleep for anyone that night, because the jungle remained as silent as a tomb for hours and the silence was more disquieting by far than any din of nocturnal bird or beast. The company built their fires despite the fact that the sweat was dripping off their very fingertips. They needed the light, the reassurance that their comrades were around them. The fires had a

expecting anything, they are expecting that. We must do it another way." "What? Await yonder wizard with a tercio of his beast-headed guards?" "There is another way." Bardolin felt his heart sink as he said the words. He knew now what he would do. "The imp will go for us. It can get out of the window and see what is happening outside. It may even be able to open the door for us." Murad appeared undecided for a moment; clearly, he had had his heart set on a fighting escape. He was still wound

seemed hardly lined despite his age, and his eyes were almost invisible within their slits. He sat his steed as easily as a young man, in black and gold lacquered armour, his scimitar sheathed at one thigh. His horse, a tall grey gelding, bore a black chamfron and a tall yellow crest, and its tail was bound up with white ribbons. Shahr Baraz tightened his knees, and his mount started forward into the square at an easy canter. There was a murmur of sound from the assembled army. As the old

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