Blood Eye (Raven, Book 1) by Giles Kristian
By Giles Kristian
In an exhilarating experience of brotherhood, struggle, and treachery, Giles Kristian takes us into ninth-century England, an international of darkness, epic clash, and an unforgiving God served by way of robust clergymen. On ships formed like dragons, bristling with oars and armor, Jarl Sigurd and his fierce Norsemen have are available seek of riches. And riches they're promised, by way of an English ruler who sends Sigurd and his wolves to thieve a holy manuscript from one other country. Osric, an orphan boy, sees past the phobia of those warriors, and one way or the other is familiar with the heathens’ tongue. Renamed Raven, rechristened in blood, he'll subscribe to them. they're his humans. and they'll be his fate.
“Astonishing and riveting, a robust, lightning-paced tale.”—New York occasions bestselling writer Bernard Cornwell
“A gripping story that wonderfully evokes the sounds, points of interest and scents of darkish Age Britain.”—Harry Sidebottom, writer of the soldiers of Rome series
“[Kristian] compares favorably with writers like Bernard Cornwell and Conn Iggulden.”—Historical Novels Review
“A rip-roaring Viking saga . . . positive, robust, exciting stuff.”—Manda Scott, writer of The Crystal Skull
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