Once a privileged royal child, raised by a loving mother, Jorg Ancrath has become the Prince of Thorns, a charming, immoral boy leading a grim band of outlaws in a series of raids and atrocities. The world is in chaos: violence is rife, nightmares everywhere. Jorg’s bleak past has set him beyond fear of any man, living or dead, but there is still one thing that puts a chill in him. Returning to his father’s castle Jorg must confront horrors from his childhood and carve himself a future with all hands turned against him.
Whoever made the Nuban must have fashioned him from bedrock. I never knew a man more solid. He held his words close. Few among the Brothers sought his counsel, men upon the road have little use for conscience, and although he never judged, the Nuban carried judgement with him.
Most men have at least one redeeming feature. Finding one for Brother Rike requires a stretch. Is ‘big’ a redeeming feature?
Transcript from the trial of Sir Makin of Trent:
Cardinal Helot, papal prosecution: And do you deny razing the Cathedral of Wexten?
Sir Makin: I do not.
Cardinal Helot: Or the sack of Lower Merca?
Sir Makin: No, nor do I deny the sack of Upper Merca.
Cardinal Helot: Let the record show the accused finds amusement in the facts of his crime.
Some said that Red Kent had a black heart, and that might be true, but anyone who had seen him take out a six-strong foot patrol with hatchet and knife would tell you the man had an artist’s soul.