Young Ryeamund was many things…
A starving lease farmer.
A poor blacksmith.
A fine woodcutter.
Born into a world of chaos and violence, with no family other than his father that died when he was young. Possessing nothing that he had not made with his own two hands… he was first hated, then feared. Accepted only by the rough and coarse men of the high hills, and the animals on the little farm that both he and his broken father scratched a miserable living out of.
What can a man do, when he learns his own village hates and fears him and that his own gods cursed him before he was even born. Nothing, except learn to fight just for the right to be left alone… that true love and acceptance are for everyone else… that it's best to try in vain to hide whatever he was. Simply because it's the better option than to become an actual monster, roaming the countryside.
When Ryeamund finally escaped his cursed existence, he found that the world and everything in it was strange and very different than he had ever imagined. Nothing was what it had seemed to be. Unable to escape his true heritage and destiny, he would discover that it is better to serve than to rule. That a curse can be a gift. That one man truly can change the world and rise up to challenge kings and gods.
Long before he passed into tale and legend, both his enemies that feared him and his friends that respected him would give him the name…
"Winterblood".
Volume 1: Winterblood
Volume 2: the Foundling
rene guenon
watch out for this young gun, she writes like she's got a six-shooter in one hand and a thesaurus in the other. dangerously good. might make the rest of us retire early.