The First Chronicles of Druss the Legend by David Gemmell (English) Paperback Bo

Description: The First Chronicles of Druss the Legend by David Gemmell Armed only with his familys deadly heirloom, a powerful double-bladed axe called Snaga, Druss journeys through strange kingdoms to rescue his wife, battling savage monsters and descending into terrifying lands of black magic and demons. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description He was known as Druss. The Deathwalker. Though the blood of merciless butchers coursed through his veins, he had found a fragile peace through his love for beautiful, mystical Rowena. Then came the day when Druss returned to their village and found everyone dead--massacred by slavers who had stolen the women to sell for gold. Rowena was among the missing.Armed with only his powerful double-bladed ax, Snaga, Druss went after Rowena. His journey would carry him from the highest thrones of power to the deepest dungeons of depravity. Along the way, he would battle savage monsters and descend into terrifying lands of black magic and demons. Yet one thing was certain. Druss would have victory . . . or death. Author Biography David Gemmell was born in London, England, in the summer of 1948. Expelled from school at sixteen for organizing a gambling syndicate, he became a laborer by day, and at night his six-foot-four-inch, 230-pound frame allowed him to earn extra money as a bouncer working nightclubs in Soho.Born with a silver tongue, Gemmell rarely needed to bounce customers, relying on his gift of gab to talk his way out of trouble. At eighteen this talent led to a job as a trainee journalist, and he eventually worked as a freelancer for the London Daily Mail, Daily Mirror, and Daily Express. His first novel, Legend, was published in 1984 and has remained in print ever since. He became a full-time writer in 1986. Review "David Gemmell tells a tale of very real adventure, the stuff of true epic fantasy."--R. A. SALVATORE New York Times bestselling author"Gemmells great reading; the action never lets up; hes several rungs above the good--right into the fabulous!"--ANNE MCCAFFREY"I am truly amazed at David Gemmells ability to focus his writers eye. His images are crisp and complete, a history lesson woven within the detailed tapestry of the highest adventure. Gemmells characters are no less complete, real men and women with qualities good and bad, placed in trying times and rising to heroism or falling victim to their own weaknesses."--R. A. SALVATORE New York Times bestselling author of The Demon Apostle Review Quote "David Gemmell tells a tale of very real adventure, the stuff of true epic fantasy." --R. A. SALVATORE New York Times bestselling author "Gemmells great reading; the action never lets up; hes several rungs above the good--right into the fabulous!" --ANNE MCCAFFREY "I am truly amazed at David Gemmells ability to focus his writers eye. His images are crisp and complete, a history lesson woven within the detailed tapestry of the highest adventure. Gemmells characters are no less complete, real men and women with qualities good and bad, placed in trying times and rising to heroism or falling victim to their own weaknesses." --R. A. SALVATORE New York Times bestselling author of The Demon Apostle Excerpt from Book Screened by the undergrowth, he knelt by the trail, dark eyes scanning the boulders ahead of him and the trees beyond. Dressed as he was in a shirt of fringed buckskin, and brown leather leggings and boots, the tall man was virtually invisible, kneeling in the shadows of the trees. The sun was high in a cloudless summer sky, and the spoor was more than three hours old. Insects had crisscrossed the hoofmarks, but the edges of the prints were still firm. Forty horsemen, laden with plunder ... Shadak faded back through the undergrowth to where his horse was tethered. He stroked the beasts long neck and lifted his swordbelt from the back of the saddle. Strapping it to his waist, he drew the two short swords; they were of the finest Vagrian steel and double edged. He thought for a moment, then sheathed the blades and reached for the bow and quiver strapped to the saddle pommel. The bow was of Vagrian horn, a hunting weapon capable of launching a two-foot-long arrow across a killing space of sixty paces. The doeskin quiver held twenty shafts that Shadak had crafted himself: the flights of goose feather, stained red and yellow, the heads of pointed iron, not barbed, and easily withdrawn from the bodies of the slain. Swiftly he strung the bow and notched an arrow to the string. Then looping the quiver over his shoulder, he made his way carefully back to the trail. Would they have left a rearguard? It was unlikely, for there were no Drenai soldiers within fifty miles. But Shadak was a cautious man. And he knew Collan. Tension rose in him as he pictured the smiling face and the cruel, mocking eyes. "No anger," he told himself. But it was hard, bitterly hard. Angry men make mistakes, he reminded himself. The hunter must be cold as iron. Silently he edged his way forward. A towering boulder jutted from the earth some twenty paces ahead and to his left; to the right was a cluster of smaller rocks, no more than four feet high. Shadak took a deep breath and rose from his hiding place. From behind the large boulder a man stepped into sight, bowstring bent. Shadak dropped to his knee, the attackers arrow slashing through the air above his head. The bowman tried to leap back behind the shelter of the boulder, but even as he was dropping, Shadak loosed a shaft which plunged into the bowmans throat, punching through the skin at the back of his neck. Another attacker ran forward, this time from Shadaks right. With no time to notch a second arrow, Shadak swung the bow, lashing it across the mans face. As the attacker stumbled, Shadak dropped the bow and drew his two short swords; with one sweeping blow he cut through the neck of the fallen man. Two more attackers ran into view and he leapt to meet them. Both men wore iron breastplates, their necks and heads protected by chain mail, and they carried sabers. "Youll not die easily, you bastard!" shouted the first, a tall, wide-shouldered warrior. Then his eyes narrowed as he recognized the swordsman facing him. Fear replaced battle lust--but he was too close to Shadak to withdraw and made a clumsy lunge with his saber. Shadak parried the blade with ease, his second sword lancing forward into the mans mouth and through the bones of his neck. As the swordsman died, the second warrior backed away. "We didnt know it was you, I swear!" he said, hands trembling. "Now you do," said Shadak softly. Without a word the man turned and ran back toward the trees as Shadak sheathed his swords and moved to his bow. Notching an arrow, he drew back on the string. The shaft flashed through the air to punch home into the running mans thigh. He screamed and fell. As Shadak loped to where he lay, the man rolled to his back, dropping his sword. "For pitys sake dont kill me!" he pleaded. "You had no pity back in Corialis," said Shadak. "But tell me where Collan is heading and Ill let you live." A wolf howled in the distance, a lonely sound. It was answered by another, then another. "Theres a village ... twenty miles southeast," said the man, his eyes fixed on the short sword in Shadaks hand. "We scouted it. Plenty of young women. Collan and Harib Ka plan to raid it for slaves, then take them to Mashrapur." Shadak nodded. "I believe you," he said at last. "Youre going to let me live, yes? You promised," the wounded man whimpered. "I always keep my promises," said Shadak, disgusted at the mans weakness. Reaching down, he wrenched his shaft clear of the mans leg. Blood gushed from the wound, and the injured warrior groaned. Shadak wiped the arrow clean on the mans cloak, then stood and walked to the body of the first man he had killed. Kneeling beside the corpse, he recovered his arrow and then strode to where the raiders had tethered their horses. Mounting the first, he led the others back down the trail to where his gelding waited. Gathering the reins, he led the four mounts back out onto the trail. "What about me?" shouted the wounded man. Shadak turned in the saddle. "Do your best to keep the wolves away," he advised. "By dark they will have picked up the scent of blood." "Leave me a horse! In the name of Mercy!" "I am not a merciful man," said Shadak. And he rode on toward the southeast, and the distant mountains. Details ISBN0345407997 Author David Gemmell Language English ISBN-10 0345407997 ISBN-13 9780345407993 Media Book DEWEY FIC Year 1999 Short Title 1ST CHRON OF DRUSS THE LEGEND Imprint Random House Inc Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States Birth 1948 Residence Hasting, ENK Pages 352 DOI 10.1604/9780345407993 Series Number 6 Series Drenai Saga AU Release Date 1999-10-05 NZ Release Date 1999-10-05 US Release Date 1999-10-05 UK Release Date 1999-10-05 Publisher Random House USA Inc Format Paperback Publication Date 1999-10-05 Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:7155205;

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