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Publisher:  Amazon Createspace ISBN-10:  1442117737 Type: 


Copyright:  Oct 25, 2008 ISBN-13:  9781442117730

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The Chevalier du Morte, goes on an assassin's mission to America where he runs into more trouble than he bargained for and his own head ends up in jeopardy.


The Knight of Death is an action adventure novel describing the misadventures of an 800+ year old warrior monk who serves as Assassin and Alchemist for the ancient secret Order of Templars who have survived the centuries since they were disbanded in 1307.  He is a hot-headed Scotsman born around 1160 who has a number of personal issues concerning women and what he believes is a disease he has suffered since the death of his brother during the Fall of Jerusalem in 1187.

His Grand Master sends him on an assassin's mission to retrieve an apprentice who has deserted the Order and run away to America. The apprentice, unfortunately, has fallen in with a rival order that would like nothing more than to extract the secret of immortality and the fabled Philosopher's Stone from Sir Ramsay when he turns up looking for the apprentice. 

They throw an unstable alchemical cocktail in his face and it causes him to lose his memory temporarily.  While they are holding him captive, trying to pry out secrets he doesn't even remember having, he falls in love with one of them even though celibacy and the avoidance of the company of women is one of the basic tenants of the Poor Knights of Solomon's Temple's Primitive Rules.  By the time he begins to remember who he is, it's almost too late and everyone is out to kill him.



The hilt of the sword was too close to his body to get the proper leverage necessary to push it up, and his hands, covered with blood, were too slippery to pull it out. It was driven too far into the ground beneath him for that. The sound of coyotes barking somewhere in the night broke the silence. What beast would now come out of the brush to devour him alive? Or would insects come and take him away bit by bit? It was too much! He tried again and again to pull the blade free, but only succeeded in causing himself more and more pain with every move he made. These actions caused his body to move against the razor sharp blade running through it. He lay still, looking up at the stars again before his eyes closed. Many, many memories flooded his mind in the space of a few short seconds while his life unfolded in a reversal of events from latest to earliest times and he recognized this as part of the death experience as well. If he didn’t really die this time, at least his memory was being restored bit by bit. He saw everything with crystal clarity starting with his run from Merry’s house and going back years and years until he had passed his turbulent childhood, passed into his mother’s womb and out again into the body of another man. He stood in a dimly lit cave momentarily and raised a bronze mirror in front of his face, but then a loud noise nearby jerked him back from the brink and he remembered that his body was trying to shut down as it always did whenever it received a wound or injury of such horrendous proportions. His body would shut down and the healing would begin, but it would happen with the object of his distress still in place. Waking up in three days with his arms and legs chewed off and his body skewered by the golden sword was an very distasteful reminder that he had to get the sword out. Had to move. It was not the first such wound he had experienced since falling in with the Poor Knights of Solomon’s Temple. He had been shot, stabbed, choked, poisoned, bashed, battered and drowned, along with his horse, twice, but this was a different matter all together. He had fallen from a cliff, been buried in a sandstorm, he had been run down by an automobile and thrown from a train on the side of a mountain. The bizarre notion that he could lie there and heal around the sword and by so doing, in essence, become a permanent fixture in this barren wasteland, almost caused him to scream again. But the morbid thought would not leave him. He imagined himself covered over with dust and dirt and then rocks and eventually becoming encased in minerals. Someday in the far distant future, erosion would unearth his form again he would become a human geode, filled with muscle and bone and blood and… memories. These bizarre thoughts kept him awake, kept him trying to dislodge the sword in spite of the tremendous pain his efforts caused. This was no dream, it was simply the fruition of the prophetic dream wherein he had been run through with his own blade. What good were prophetic dreams if they could not be interpreted? If they could not be used to prevent disasters? He would not be waking up in a comfortable bed somewhere with the Pixie lying on his shoulder. He drifted toward unconsciousness against all his better judgment.
A snuffling noise from nearby renewed his alarm some few moments later. Turning his head slowly, expecting jackals or worse, he saw the black stallion standing less than a dozen feet away, nibbling at a clump of grass. An idea, albeit a bad one, suddenly occurred to him. He clucked and called to the horse, causing more blood to pour from his mouth. How much blood did he have? The stallion tossed his head and plodded closer, snorting nervously.
"Come on, boy," Ramsay held up his closed fist and then turned it over as if to offer the horse an apple or some other treat. The horse nodded his head up and down and stepped closer, pawing the ground, nudging his hand for the invisible fruit. Mark caught hold of the reins dangling from the horse’s bridle and quickly looped them several times around the hilt of the sword before the stallion realized he had been tricked. The big horse snuffled at the blood on the ground and rolled his eyes.
Before he could think better of the insane idea, Mark gathered a handful of rock and loose dirt, took a deep breath, that caused him to scream again and threw the dirt into the frightened beast’s face. His screaming continued in earnest when the horse jerked his head up, rearing on his hind legs, hopping backwards, yanking the sword from the ground and subsequently pulling it from his body in one swift, but violent motion.

Professional Reviews

Red Cross of Gold Assassin Series Books I thru XXVI
By Yo Delmar - See all my reviews
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This review is from: The Red Cross of Gold I:. The Knight of Death (Kindle Edition)
I am thoroughly enjoying this series. Carroll writes well and his characters have depth, color and meet challenges that compell me to continue on with the next book in the series immediately. This series balancing historical fiction with fantasy in a most delightful way. The premise is intriguing and expands out into a complex weave that reaches back in time to the Beginning and forward to the End. In between we follow the struggles of angels, wee folk, dragons and all manner of mystical creatures, all well researched and beautifully represented in the pararama. I found myself nipping out to dive more deeply into Babalonians and egyptian mythologies and appreciate the dexterous treatment of the bible throughout, framing plausible scenarios that even an historian would be tickled by. I anxiously await the next book in the series. In the meantime I am exploring other works by the same author that are equally impressive. Really a must read if you love fantasy and holistic treatment of the mysteries.

If you don't read this series, you don't know what you're missing!, March 1, 2012
By Heidi - See all my reviews
This review is from: The Red Cross Of Gold I:. The Knight Of Death: A Templar Novel (Paperback)
I have read all of the Red Cross of Gold: Assassin Chronicles that have been written to date. After the 1st book, I HAD to have the next and then the next one after that, until I have finally read 26 books and am waiting "patiently" for the 27th! If you read Mr. Carroll's books with an open mind and if you have a good imagination, they come to life. Fantasy, romance, and an interesting interpretation of religions all make up this fascinating series about immortal Templar Knights, fairies, dragons, and love.

The Red Cross of Gold I, March 1, 2012
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This review is from: The Red Cross of Gold I:. The Knight of Death (Kindle Edition)
I've been reading books about the Templars for awhile now so when I ran across The Red Cross of Gold I I thought I'd give it a try. I had no idea that it was a series and how addictive it would become. I read all 25 books in next few months and just finished book 26 the week it came out. I now wait impatiently for the next book so I can spend some more time with my friends. I am amazed at Brendan Carroll's vast knowledge of mythology specifically biblical and how he is able to weave it all together without losing his very complicated storyline.

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