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D.P. Prior
Category:
Fantasy
Publisher: Homunculus Books
ISBN-10: 1481200143
Type: Fiction
Pages: 504
Copyright: Dec 2012
Price: $7.99 (eBook)
Red to the elbows with the blood of his people, now he's their only hope.
"Fantasy Adventure Book of the Year for 2012. It is THAT good!" - R. Nicholson (Amazon top 1000 reviewer)
The dwarves have gone!
Thousands have been slaughtered in the blood-drenched streets of their ravine city by one of their own wielding a demonic axe.
The survivors have fled beyond the mountains, heading into a realm haunted by the nightmares of a twisted god.
When Nils Fargin, son of an underworld boss, is hired to find them, he travels with his client to seek the advice of a lowlife mage. With what he learns, he should have asked for more money.
The trail leads them to the domain of the terrifying Ant-Man, who is rumored to eat the flesh of anyone refusing to pay his toll.
And as if that wasn't enough, it turns out Nils's client is none other than the Nameless Dwarf, better known to his kind as the Ravine Butcher.
The Nameless Dwarf is an epic tale of remorse and redemption that pits a whiskerless thief, a guilt-driven assassin, a consumptive wizard, and an amnesiac dwarf against the worst imaginings of a craven mind.
But the companions bring troubles of their own, not least of which is an ancient grimoire that leads them inexorably towards a forest of tar and an evil that threatens the existence of an entire race.
The last hope of the dwarves comes from the unlikeliest of sources: a mythical city beneath the waves, an axe from the age of heroes, and the Nameless Dwarf, in whose veins flows the blood of legends.
The Nameless Dwarf: The Complete Chronicles contains all five books of the Chronicles of the Nameless Dwarf, fully revised and including all the original covers and a stunning map of Aethir.
Excerpt
Nameless blinked and shook his head. Black dots swam across his vision and then Jaym came into focus, looming above him, boulder-like fist raised to strike.
“Not so cocky, now, are you?” Jaym growled through a mouthful of foam. “Not so shogging tough.”
Nameless wiggled his toes, relieved he could still move them. He shifted his hip and winced as a dagger blade of pain ripped through his spine. There was a blur of movement that had him trying to sit up, but Jaym’s fist hammered into his face and his head bounced as it hit the ground.
“Ku-na-ga!” the baresarks cheered.
Nameless could have sworn the rest of the crowd had joined in. To his fuggy brain it sounded like a reunion of angry sky-gods was having a thunderclap tourney. He rolled to one side and lifted his head, straight into the path of another skull-jolting punch.
“Shog,” Nameless spluttered, putting a hand to his mouth. “Shogging tooth’s out.” He swilled coppery blood about until he located the offending molar with his tongue and spat it into his palm. “I liked that tooth.” He narrowed his eyes to see through his distorted vision.
Jaym was all bunched up, a mountain of muscle. His traps were up around his ears and his arms were like swollen tree trunks. Nameless pushed himself into a sitting position and licked at the gap where his tooth had been.
“That was my favorite tooth. My mother gave it to me. Actually, my mother gave me—”
“Shut the shog up and fight!” Jaym growled, and the baresarks responded with another chorus of chanting.
“You cheating coward,” someone heckled.
Nameless turned his head to see. It was Lampol Drynn, peering above his shield. The dwarves either side of him elbowed him to keep him quiet.
“What you say?” Jaym stormed towards him.
“I said—” but Drynn didn’t get to finish.
Jaym ripped the shield from his arm and pounded him in the face over and over.
Nameless found his knees but was swaying like he’d downed a keg of Thumil’s homebrew. Drynn’s legs buckled, but Jaym held him by the collar and kept delivering bludgeoning blows to his face. Something cracked, and blood spurted in rhythmic gouts.
“Oh, shog,” Nameless groaned, making it to his feet and lurching. “Someone keep the ground still.”
The crowd had gone quiet, the only sound the thump, splat, thump of Jaym beating Drynn to a pulp. Surely someone would put a stop to this. Surely the other soldiers in the shield circle...
Nameless slapped himself hard on the cheek, but it just felt like a sack of coal slid from one side of his skull to the other. He tried again, then he palmed his forehead. Still Jaym pounded away, bent over the prone Drynn, and no one else moved.
“I once knew a shogger called Jaym,” Nameless sang to the tune of an old folk song he and Thumil had terrorized the taverns with.
Thump, splat, thump.
Nameless took an unsteady step towards the baresark. “Who played an unusual game. He lay on the grass with his thumb up his...”
Jaym dropped Drynn’s limp body and spun round.
“Glad to have your attention,” Nameless said. He staggered to the left but steadied himself by stamping and rolling his head. “Now, I’ve a bone to pick with you, laddie.”
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