Bøger af Michael Laird

His quiet life was shattered when Queen Moriganna decided a common stable boy could be forged into a powerful weapon against her enemies. Yet these are the lands of Tethera, where nothing is ever quite as it seems. For his own part, the young man, now named Llew, intends to show the self-styled Queen of Deceit that even a weapon forged for evil can turn in its maker

When old enemies kidnap his betrothed, the fair Princess Bloddeuwedd of Gwynedd, it falls on Llew to become the hero everyone in the land already believes him to be, a fearsome royal figure of song and legend who slays monsters, consorts with the Fae, moves at ease through the greatest courts in the land, and shrugs off bandits as others might a swarm of midges. Yet, in the fragmented land of Tethera, nothing is ever quite as it seems. That certainly includes Prince Llew of Gwent. Despite this, he must face armies and monstrosities, evil schemes, and deadly enchantments, both of his own world and others, all in a desperate quest for the one thing that can ransom his princess's life, a relic once worn by High King Math himself, the long lost Torc of Tethera.

Six hundred years past, High Queen Boudicca united the three great peoples of the south and fought the Roman Empire to a standstill, forcing Nero's retreat from the land once called Brython by some and Prydein by others. Thus was the Great Kingdom of Tethera founded. Tethera now lies in ruins a century old. The lesser kingdoms, fragments of what was, are failing. The wilderness grows, the barbarians press, the warlords feud, the Fae grow bolder, and the sea itself has become lethal, but the greatest fear is Annwyn. The Land of the Dead creeps forth upon the world, a dreadful blight growing ever larger and stronger, its only intent to crush all and end everything. Yet all hope is not lost, if the great kingdom can be restored and a new high king found, it might not be too late, even now. Yet this is Tethera, where nothing is ever quite as it seems, and Prince Llew of Gwent, the only possible claimant for the high king's throne, is no longer quite as he seemed.