Death of Kings (Saxon Tales)

By Bernard Cornwell

The 6th installment of Bernard Cornwell’s bestselling sequence chronicling the epic saga of the making of britain, “like online game of Thrones, yet genuine” (The Observer, London)—the foundation for The final Kingdom, the hit BBC the USA tv series.

As the 9th century wanes, England is perched once again on the point of chaos. King Alfred is demise; along with his passing, the island of england turns out doomed to renewed battle. Alfred desires his son Edward to prevail him, yet there are different Saxon claimants to the throne—as good as bold pagan Vikings to the north.

With the promise of conflict looming back, Uhtred, the Viking-raised yet Saxon-born warrior, whose existence turns out to shadow the making of britain itself, is torn among competing loyalties. Uhtred’s loyalty, and his vows, are to Alfred—not to his son—and regardless of lengthy years of provider to the previous king, Uhtred remains to be reluctant to decide to Alfred’s reason. His personal wish is to reclaim his lengthy misplaced ancestral lands and chateau to the north. because the king’s warrior he's duty-bound, however the king’s reign is nearing its finish, and his dying will go away a vacuum of strength. Uhtred is pressured to make a momentous selection: both soak up arms—and Alfred’s mantle—to observe his dream of a united and Christian England, or be chargeable for condemning it to oblivion.

Death of Kings is a harrowing tale of the ability of tribal dedication and the limitation of divided loyalties. this can be the making of britain magnificently delivered to existence via “the most sensible ancient novelist writing this day” (Vince Flynn).

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