Keith Brooke's Lord of Stone is hard to find, but well worth it when you finally get hold of a copy. It's a fantasy that lives in that corner of the fantasy graph rarely colonised, and then only by the bravest writers. The results, like Colin Greenland's The Hour of the Thin Oxand Geoff Ryman's The Unconquered Country, are often wonderful allegorical works, that delve deep into the heart of darkness.
That's the road Brooke takes, giving us a novel that's dark and angry, a tale of civil war, of revolution of madness, and of the gods we make. His Trace is a place where revolution and war are tearing the world apart, lost in the fog of conflict - where millions die and where terror lurks. A foreigner, Bligh, finds himself driven to sign up in an International Brigade, and descends into his own personal hell.
There's an earlier version of the book online.
That's the road Brooke takes, giving us a novel that's dark and angry, a tale of civil war, of revolution of madness, and of the gods we make. His Trace is a place where revolution and war are tearing the world apart, lost in the fog of conflict - where millions die and where terror lurks. A foreigner, Bligh, finds himself driven to sign up in an International Brigade, and descends into his own personal hell.
There's an earlier version of the book online.
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