When Leofric Carrard follows rumours of the return of an ancient evil, he finds more than he bargained for when he encounters a desperate group of freedom fighters who will challenge his notion of honour and what is right or wrong.
This was a story I’d wanted to write for a long time. Not in the specific details, you understand, but because it centred around Leofric Carrard, the hero of Guardians of the Forest. Writing that novel was a breath of fresh air for me, since it came hot on the heels of Dead Sky, Black Sun (a mercilessly dark novel if ever there was one…) and I really came to like writing the adventures of this Bretonnian Knight. I’d deliberately written the ending of the book to allow me to come back to him again if I wanted to, but also in such a way that if I never did, it would still be satisfying. In other words, Leofric could ride again. Inspired by some background I’d read in the previous edition’s Bretonnian army book and some snippets I took from the WFRP supplement, Knights of the Grail, I fleshed out the story and (as with most of my fantasy output) it kinda wrote itself, winding its way through the dialogue and plot with almost no help from me. I’d barely started the story, when it was finished. It’s funny how that seems to happen more easily with Fantasy than with 40K, but at any rate, it’s a story with the undead, fighting and perhaps a social wake up call for Bretonnia. Who says stories can’t have a positive message?