Like the name especially, but it had the sort of ring people expected of aįamous sword-and his landlord, a shrewd man with money and the Render it, so Ringil had settled on calling it the Ravensfriend. In the Wake of Warriors' was about as close as Archeth had been able to 'Welcomed in the Home of Ravens and Other Scavengers The sword itself also had a name in the Kiriath tongue,Īs did all Kiriath- forged weapons, but it was an ornate title that lost a lot No names for, though any Kiriath child could have identified them fromĪge five upward. Hung above the fireplace in a scabbard woven from alloys that men had 'Not this again,' he was heard to mutter as he pushed through intoĪ yard and a half of tempered Kiriath steel, Ringil's broadsword Ringil had already tried the first course of action with Bashka the Schoolmaster and to no avail, so he put down his pint with an elaborate sigh and went to get his broadsword.

You can smell his breath, take his pulse, and check his pupils to see if he's ingested anything nasty, or you can believe him. When a man you know to be of sound mind tells you his recently deceased mother has just tried to climb in his bedroom window and eat him, you only have two basic options. 'synopsis' may belong to another edition of this title. Anti-social, anti-heroic, and decidedly irritated, all three of them are about to be sent unwillingly forth into a vicious, vigorous, and thoroughly unsuspecting fantasy world-called upon by an Empire that owes them everything and gave them nothing. But out in the wider world there is something on the move far more alien than any of his tribe's petty gods. Egar Dragonbane, steppe-nomad and one-time fighter for the Empire, finds himself entangled in a small-town battle between common sense and religious fervor. Archeth-pragmatist, cynic, engineer, and the last of her race-is called from her work at the whim of the most powerful man in the Empire and sent to its farthest reaches to investigate a demonic incursion against the Empire's borders.

Until one day he is pulled away from his life and into the depths of the Empire's slave trade, where he will discover a secret infinitely more frightening than the trade in lives.

A veteren of the wars against the lizards, he makes a living from telling credulous travelers of his exploits. Ringil, the hero of the bloody slaughter at Gallows Gap, is a legend to all who don't know him and a twisted degenerate to those that do.

Richard morgan the steel remains