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This action-heavy EPIC FANTASY SERIES OPENER is like a sword-and-sorcery Spartacus set in a richly-imagined world.

It starts with a shipwreck following a magical storm at sea. Horace, a soldier from the west, had joined the Great Crusade against the heathens of Akeshia after the deaths of his wife and son from plague. When he washes ashore, he finds himself at the mercy of the very people he was sent to kill,...

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Overview

This action-heavy EPIC FANTASY SERIES OPENER is like a sword-and-sorcery Spartacus set in a richly-imagined world.

It starts with a shipwreck following a magical storm at sea. Horace, a soldier from the west, had joined the Great Crusade against the heathens of Akeshia after the deaths of his wife and son from plague. When he washes ashore, he finds himself at the mercy of the very people he was sent to kill, who speak a language and have a culture and customs he doesn't even begin to understand.

Not long after, Horace is pressed into service as a house slave. But this doesn't last. The Akeshians discover that Horace was a latent sorcerer, and he is catapulted from the chains of a slave to the halls of power in the queen's court. Together with Jirom, an ex-mercenary and gladiator, and Alyra, a spy in the court, he will seek a path to free himself and the empire's caste of slaves from a system where every man and woman must pay the price of blood or iron. Before the end, Horace will have paid dearly in both.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
01/13/2014
Sprunk (the Shadow Saga) opens an epic fantasy series with this awkward cross between Harry Potter and Spartacus. Horace is a ship’s carpenter in the Arnossi navy, captured in the enemy land of Akeshia after a shipwreck. He’s as surprised as his captors when he manifests magical powers. After that, everything becomes far too easy for Horace. His power is formidable, despite his relative lack of training, and women fight over him. Queen Byleth and Lord Mulcibar are so darn nice that Horace readily forgives them for capturing and enslaving him (“Despite the chains, he liked this man, who didn’t treat him like an animal”). He even throws away his chance at freedom to save the queen’s life. Sprunk’s world is fascinating and original, reminiscent of ancient Sumeria and Babylon, but the story doesn’t begin to do it justice. (Mar.)
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"Sheer fun, with engaging, pulse-quickening action, sympathetic characters and intricate intrigue.... Definitely a series to follow." 
—Kirkus Reviews

"The clear writing and fast pace make [this] a fun adventure of magic, political intrigue, and good old-fashioned heroes."
—Michael J. Sullivan, author of the Riyria Chronicles

"Sprunk’s world is fascinating and original, reminiscent of ancient Sumeria and Babylon…"
Publishers Weekly

“An interesting magic system, complicated political scene, and loads of action make this Spartacus-with-magic a fun first volume in a new epic fantasy series.”
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Kirkus Reviews
2013-12-15
A tradesman fleeing a personal tragedy is thrust into more elevated and considerably more perilous circumstances in the first of a political sword-and-sorcery epic by the author of Shadow's Master (2012). Ship's carpenter Horace is bound for the crusade to fight the Akeshian Empire when a strange storm wrecks the Bantu Ray and Horace finds himself marooned in Erugash, a city-state in Akeshia. He's immediately captured and enslaved; his fortunes and his danger rise during another storm, which reveals that Horace possesses zoana, or elemental magic. Unchained and whisked to Queen Byleth's court, Horace must quickly learn to master his previously unknown magic, which makes him both a power to be reckoned with and a target for rival nobles, the priests of the Sun Cult and other more covert forces who seek the queen's downfall. Akeshia is somewhat based on ancient Egypt, and Horace clearly comes from a more European milieu; the assimilation of a white man into a dark-skinned alien culture and his superior mastery of an ability intrinsic to that culture whiffs faintly (and vaguely unpleasantly) of Dances With Wolves or The Last Samurai. And perhaps a bit too much is made of Horace's nobility of character, used to explain why queen's handmaiden (and foreign spy) Alyra and closeted-gay, enslaved soldier Jirom are both so drawn to him. But it's undeniable that this novel is also sheer fun, with engaging, pulse-quickening action, sympathetic characters and intricate intrigue. Despite some flaws, definitely a series to follow.
Library Journal
02/15/2014
Shipwrecked in an enemy land, crusader soldier Horace is captured and enslaved by the people he was sent to conquer. While marching in chains across the harsh deserts of Akeshia, he and the rest of the company are threatened by a magical storm, and only Horace has the power to turn it back. His newfound magical abilities not only mean that he is freed from slavery, they also gain him a place at court. But the corridors of power might be even more dangerous than slavery, and Horace needs the allies he has made. VERDICT An interesting magic system, complicated political scene, and loads of action make this Spartacus-with-magic a fun first volume in a new epic fantasy series.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781616148935
  • Publisher: Prometheus Books
  • Publication date: 3/11/2014
  • Series: Book of the Black Earth Series
  • Pages: 427
  • Sales rank: 280,330
  • Product dimensions: 6.00 (w) x 8.90 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Jon Sprunk is the author of the Shadow Saga—Shadow's Son, Shadow's Lure, and Shadow's Master—which has been published in seven languages worldwide. An avid adventurer in his spare time, he lives in central Pennsylvania with his family.

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BLOOD and IRON

the Book of the Black Earth PART ONE


By JON SPRUNK

Prometheus Books

Copyright © 2014 Jon Sprunk
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-61614-894-2


CHAPTER 1

Lightning split the night sky above the masts of the Bantu Ray. Thunder boomed amid the driving wind, shaking the carrack's timbers, and then darkness returned to smother everything.

Horace Delrosa braced himself against the bulkhead of the staircase as the ship heaved portside. As the ship righted, he hauled himself up the last steps to the hatchway. Mountains of black water surged around the ship and poured over the gunwales to wash across the deck. Sailors clung to their posts, with two brave souls aloft in the rigging trying to secure a loose topsail. Up on the sterncastle, Captain Petras shouted commands into the winds.

Horace had signed on with the Ray as her master carpenter three months ago. Joining the war effort had seemed like an ideal way to flee from the ruins of his old life and start anew, but it hadn't worked out that way.

He flinched as a large hand clamped on his shoulder. Andrega, the bosun's mate, was bare-chested and soaked to the bone. "How do you like the squall, landsman?" he asked. His broad smile revealed orange-stained teeth and gums.

Horace shoved the bosun's hand away and shouted over the wind. "I've got every hand below on a bilge pump, but Belais says we have trouble."

"Trouble, aye. We picked up an admirer."

He followed Andrega's pointing finger with his eyes but couldn't see anything following them, although he knew other ships were out there. The Ray was part of a six-vessel flotilla transporting soldiers from Avice to the crusader state of Etonia, from there to take the fight to the unholy heathens of the East. They had risked a late passage across the Midland Sea to join the Great Crusade before winter.

They both jumped as another fork of lightning sizzled across the sky and a huge shape materialized a hundred fathoms behind the carrack.

What in the name of the Hell ...?

The unfamiliar vessel was at least twice the size of the Bantu Ray and rigged for battle. Dark faces framed in ruddy lantern light peered down from her forecastle amid points of gleaming steel.

Andrega chuckled. "Aye, you see. We're running with the wind now, but soon we'll be fighting for our lives. Best make sure you're ready."

Horace looked again to the Ray's rigging. Several of her sails were torn away, flapping like angry wings as the crew worked to take them in. A tall wave crashed against the hull, and the carrack listed onto her side, every board groaning with the strain. Lightning flashed, and a burning sensation rippled down the center of his chest. Horace sagged against the open hatch as the afterimage of dancing lights faded from his vision. That last flash of lightning had been a ghastly green shade. He'd never seen anything like it. He rubbed his chest as the sudden urge to hit something came over him.

"All hands!"

The captain's cry lifted Horace to his feet. He ducked back through the hatch and stumbled down the steps. A sickening odor assaulted him as he reached the main hold, which the crusaders had converted into a barracks. His gaze went immediately to the seams, checking for leaks. A gray-haired sergeant sat on a footlocker near the front of the long deck, drawing a whetstone across the edge of his infantry sword. He glanced up as Horace entered. "How's it look topside?"

"Not good. There's an enemy ship closing on us. The captain wants everyone on deck."

"Can we outrun it?"

"Maybe on a calm sea if the ship was in top condition. But we've been taking a drubbing from the storm, and I'd say we're barely making four knots."

The sergeant spat on the floor where his sputum joined the mélange of bilge water, vomit, and urine covering the planked deck. "Most of these men can't even stand up without loosing their bowels, much less fight."

Horace looked through the forest of swinging hammocks where men tried to sleep amid the groaning wind. Many soldiers clutched wooden buckets as the ship heaved and rolled. A young priest stood in their midst, chanting a prayer in Old Nimean.

"Those are some scars for a carpenter." The sergeant pointed at Horace's hands with his whetstone. "They might make it hard to hold onto a blade when the sweat and blood start running. You'll want to find some gloves before the fighting begins. If it comes to that."

Horace looked down at the masses of scar tissue across both his palms and up the undersides of his fingers. They were a constant reminder of a day he wished he could forget, of a life he would never get back. "Not for me. I'll be below, keeping us afloat."

A sick feeling fluttered in Horace's stomach as he said that. He'd spent a lifetime living on and beside the water, but this was the first time he'd ever felt like he might die at sea.

"You believe all those things they say about 'Keshian warlocks?" the sergeant asked as he went back to sharpening with a brisk whisk whisk of stone across steel. "'Bout how they're all eunuchs and the first thing they do when they capture a man is shear off his marbles? I'll tell you one thing. They won't take me alive. Not a chance."

Horace thought of the green lightning flashing across the sky and the hulk of the enemy ship closing in. He had to get these men topside if they were going to survive. "Get them moving, Sergeant. We don't have much ti—"

The deck bucked under their feet. The sergeant stumbled, and Horace caught him by the arm. "Much obliged, son. Tell the captain I'll gather the men, but he needs to buy us more time."

"Just hurry."

Horace started back up the staircase. The upper hatch swung open before he got halfway up, and a river of water sluiced down the steps, drenching him to the waist and getting into his boots. Cursing, he barely managed to hold onto the railing without getting swept away. The hatchway above him was a black hole without starlight or a lantern's gleam to guide him. Then Horace's stomach dropped through the floor as the stairs tilted under his feet. The carrack was tipping backward like a fish balancing on its tail. His arms were almost yanked from their sockets as he held onto the railing with a death-grip. Hand over hand, he pulled himself up to the hatch.

The waist deck was empty except for two sailors huddled against the starboard capstan. The captain and both mates stood at the helm, staring into the storm. Horace looked past them to the great black leviathan rising behind them. The enemy ship was close enough to exchange arrow fire, though none was offered. Any minute it would be close enough to board.

Another bolt of ghoulish green lightning slashed across the sky. Flames rose fifty yards off the port side as another ship in the flotilla caught fire. Its sails went up like paper, billowing black smoke. Horace couldn't make out the name on the side, but he thought it might be the Albatross. Then something snapped above his head with a violent crack. Horace turned as the smell of burning cloth engulfed him. Then an explosion of light and sound hurled him off his feet. Pain burst inside his head like a thousand knives carving into his skull. He tried to yell, but a fist of water slammed into his face. The tide lifted him up and plunged him down into a bath of icy blackness.

Stunned, he tried to swim to the surface, but he had no idea which way was up, and his limbs were slow to respond. He kicked until something hard rammed into his back. His mouth popped open, and seawater rushed in. As he fought against the darkness that threatened to descend over him, memories flashed before his eyes. Images of fire and blood twisted his insides into painful knots as the faces of his wife and son floated before him.

Sari! Josef!

Horace reached out to them as a quiet calm washed over him. The pain was soothing. The storm raged somewhere beyond his senses, but it couldn't touch him anymore. As he sank down in the darkness, the pain in his head dwindled to a dull ache that flowed down to encompass his entire body. He heard a distant sound like the words of a prayer echoing in his mind.

His last sensation was the current pulling him along, just another piece of jetsam in the cold of the deep.

* * *

Horace dreamed he was back in his old home in Tines. He was lying in the bedroom he shared with his wife on the second floor of the narrow townhouse. If he was lucky, Josef would sleep late and allow him some time alone with Sari. Horace reached out beside him with a smile. Reality seized him as his fingers encountered only hard-packed earth and not the warm body he'd expected. He sat up, heart hammering in his chest, as the memories came crashing back—the storm, the enemy ship, and then washing overboard.

But I'm alive.

Sweat soaked him under a thin white sheet, which was the only thing concealing his nakedness. He sat on a pallet on the floor in a small room about the same size as a ship's galley. The walls and ceiling were dried mud. There was a door near his feet and a slatted window over his head through which entered a balmy sea breeze and the faint rumble of crashing waves. His clothes were folded beside him—the navy-blue shirt and black breeches of his uniform. His boots had been cleaned of salt and spray.

He wanted to stand but didn't think he had the strength. He was wrung out like he'd gone ninety rounds with Iron-Belly Friedmon. He couldn't remember anything after the storm. Where was he? Etonia?

Smells of food rose from a tray beside his bed. He lifted the cloth cover to find a small loaf of brown bread and a clay cup. Horace lifted the cup and sniffed. The amber liquid inside had an earthy smell. Too thirsty to care what it was, he drank, spilling some down his chin. The taste was bitter and malty, almost like ale but heavier. He drained the cup in two long swallows.

He was wolfing down the bread when the door opened and an old woman entered. She was so thin and bent over that he almost took her for a child at first. She picked up the tray and carried it away without a glance at him. He was reaching for his shirt when she returned a few moments later with a broom which she used to sweep the narrow space of floor with brisk motions.

"Pardon me," Horace said. "Can you tell me where ...?"

But the old woman left again without looking at him and closed the door behind her.

Horace pulled on his breeches. He was starting to suspect he wasn't in Etonia but somewhere south along the Akeshian shore, and that meant he was in trouble. He didn't need to recall the chilling tales of the soldiers onboard the Bantu Ray to know he couldn't expect to live long in enemy custody. His hands shook as he slipped on his boots. He had been a fool to join the crusade, even as a ship's crewman. He knew nothing of fighting. His life before had been filled with books and building plans. Yet even as hopelessness threatened to overwhelm him, he felt the old familiar pain—the loss of his family—enclosing his heart like steel armor. He clung to the grief like a lifeline because it was the only thing he had left.

Steeling himself, Horace tried to stand up. First he climbed to one knee and then slowly straightened up. His stomach clenched a little, but the discomfort went away once he was fully upright. He expected the door to be locked or otherwise secured, but it opened at his touch.

In the larger room beyond, three people glanced up from seats around a low table. Like the cell where he had awakened, this room also had mud walls and ceiling, but the floor was covered in overlapping carpets woven in beautiful designs and colors, including a rich indigo purple that was difficult to obtain and highly prized in Arnos. To see these works of art used to cover the floor of such a mean home was jarring. The people around the table included a man about Horace's age, a woman who might have been his wife, and a boy about eight or nine years old. All three had the same dusky complexion and curly black hair. The woman and boy wore undyed homespun clothing. The man was bare-chested, showing off a lean, wiry frame. He had an imposing black beard and deep-set eyes.

Horace stood there looking at the people, and they stared back at him. Then a curtain of beads parted, and the old woman came into the room. She carried a large clay bowl from which came an appetizing aroma both sweet and spicy. She stopped when she saw Horace, and the man stood up. "Sar alakti," he said and beckoned with a curt sweep of his hand. He wore a white linen skirt.

The old woman shuffled to the table. As she sat down, the man motioned for Horace to come as well. Horace hesitated. The suspicion that this was an elaborate setup lurked in the back of his mind. There was another door to his left, made of dark wood and inset with a shuttered peephole. It could be a way out, though he had no idea what he would do if he got free. In his weakened condition, he didn't think he could outrun even the old woman. The smells coming from the bowl convinced him to stay, at least for now.

The table was lower than he was used to and surrounded by plush cushions instead of chairs, but once he was settled, he found it quite comfortable. The boy said something to his mother that sounded like a question. She shushed him as she uncovered the serving bowl and began ladling out portions. The man was served first, and the next bowl was set before Horace. He leaned down to inhale the steam rising from a soupy yellow concoction. He could identify rice and chunks of white meat, possibly some kind of fowl, but the spices didn't smell like anything he'd ever encountered. He looked around for a fork, but there was nothing in front of him. The others held the bowls to their mouths and used their right hands like spoons. After watching them for a few seconds, Horace fell in with gusto.

His tongue exploded with the first bite. It tasted like a combination of savory and hot spices much stronger than the usual cumin or cloves found in Arnossi food. He wanted to take the time to savor it but found himself eating as fast as he could shovel it in, devouring the entire bowl in moments. He licked his fingers before noticing the others were staring at him. Embarrassed, he put down the bowl and wiped his hand on his shirt. He watched them eat, trying to learn as much as he could about them. They spoke little during the meal, and, of course, he couldn't understand a word of it. Their language was completely unlike Arnossi or Nimean, or the smattering of Altaian he spoke.

Everything about this experience—sitting with this family, eating their food—felt odd. Was it possible they were just trying to make him feel welcome? Why should they? He was a stranger. No, there was some deception at play.

After a few minutes, Horace stood up. Every eye at the table followed him as he went to the door, but no one tried to stop him. Horace pulled on the wrought iron latch, and the door swung inward with a long squeal. He blinked as bright sunlight poured through the doorway. He started to step outside when two men appeared in his way. Both wore their hair cropped down to the scalp, leaving a short mat of black fuzz. They wore simple smocks and skirts, but each man also held a spear and a small, round shield of animal hide stretched over a wooden frame.

"Sekanu ina'bitum!" one of them shouted as he raised his spear.

Horace retreated behind the threshold. Beyond the armed men he saw a village of wooden huts, reminding him of any number of fishing hamlets along the coastline of Arnos, except for the bronze-skinned people walking past. He glimpsed a hill on the far side of the village, topped by a house that was larger than the others. Constructed of brown brick, it appeared to be all one-story with a flat roof and arched windows. One of the guards pulled the door closed.

"Isu ka annu."

Horace looked down at the old woman standing beside him, holding out a clay cup. The rest of the family watched from the table. Suddenly concerned by what these people must think of him, he took the cup with a nod. The drink was cool and mild-tasting. He was touched by her kind gesture, but he could not help wondering what these people had in mind for him.

Horace followed the old woman back to the table. The wife refilled his bowl and placed it before him. The father continued to watch him with an intense gaze. Horace was reaching for the bowl when a staccato of hard knocks shook the front door. Someone shouted from outside. Horace's stomach sank as the husband leapt to answer it. Four men wearing burnished steel breastplates and conical helmets tramped into the house and took up positions around the room. Short swords hung from their broad leather belts. Horace started to get up, until the one of the soldiers put a hand on his sword hilt and glowered at him.


(Continues...)

Excerpted from BLOOD and IRON by JON SPRUNK. Copyright © 2014 Jon Sprunk. Excerpted by permission of Prometheus Books.
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  • Posted June 5, 2014

    This book is an amazing book because it is filled with suspense

    This book is an amazing book because it is filled with suspense and action.
    If you have a keen sense of imagery this book is perfect for you Jon has done
    terrific job writing this book and I can't wait for the next one

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  • Posted March 11, 2014

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    Welcome to the Crusades - only a little different. Horace is a s

    Welcome to the Crusades - only a little different. Horace is a ship's carpenter and finds himself shipwrecked on the shores of the heretics - the Akeshians. Horace seems to be the main player in the story as he discovers he has a magical ability not seen in ages. Because of this ability, he is offered a place at court where he meets Alyna. Alyna's role in the story is that of a spy for another country. Through her we see some of the inner workings of the Akeshian court that we may not have realized was going on. Our third player is Jirom, a slave-fighter that helps Horace at the beginning, but I'm not quite sure what his role long term is going to be.




    There is a lot going on throughout this story. There is political and religious strife and conflict that the story is built around. Horace is lost as he tries to navigate this deadly set up and there are times he makes critical errors that come back to haunt him. You must like the political and religous intrigue/strife storylines to enjoy this story. While there is some good old fashioned sword and sorcery fighting, much of the tension and build up doesn't involve actual fighting.




    I thought the author did a great job keeping the story on track (with the exception of Jirom - I still don't understand his part long run, but maybe book two will explain more). There were a handful of times that I thought the story moved a little too slowly, but never to the point that it became burdensome. This is a great read for fantasy lovers that like a little more of the politics in their story than you traditionally see.




    *This book was received in exchange for an honest review*

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  • Posted December 29, 2014

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    The start of a new magic series with an epic fantasy feel to the writing and world.

    Horace wakes in a home of strangers speaking a language quite different from any he's ever heard after being washed off the deck of the ship he worked on. Horace is in his countries enemy land, and learns the magic that lays within him when a frightening chaos storm of green lightning rolls in while he's chained with other slaves heading to a temple. Horace meets Jirom, a champion fighter and mercenary captured into slavery months ago. A keen friendship is quickly made when both men see how strong the other is, and not simply muscle strength. While in the grace of the Queen Byleth, Horace meets Alyra. Alyra is a strong slave to the Queen and yet so much more in the world. Horace grows in this town of constant danger and political games.

    Jon has produced a story with a strong epic fantasy feel. The story moves along with major event after another with great descriptions of the town, buildings, rooms, and people as we go. I can see some thinking this slows the pace of the story as it stretches the events longer in reading, but it's part of what draws the epic fantasy picture. The world building of the culture Horace comes into and the magic that is cherished here is powerful.

    There are three main characters we follow, yet possibly five. First we meet Horace. He's a simple man. He seems to be of a passive personality, not wanting much from the world or life as he's lost what was dear to him before. Yet he survives through the tortures the world puts on him. Horace even ends in a stronger sense than when he started. And he learns of a magic awakened in him. Cool. And I have so many questions about how he's different too. I'm curious of the potential he shows and where it will go.

    We then meet Jirom. I have my eye on this man. I seem to love a good mercenary in fantasy and a man with a firm direction.

    Then we have Alyra. Alyra caught my attention right off and held it. Her purpose in life and her whereabouts are fully active. I'm curious of her surroundings, even how cruel it can be. I love her determination and will for what she is here to do. She is in the perfect position for what she has to do.

    The other two characters we see more of are Queen Byleth and Lord Mulcibar. Mmm, the Queen. I love her. Maybe it's the evil in me, but I enjoyed reading her. She's cunning, powerful, and smart. She knows she's being cornered and will do anything to keep herself safe. And even her people. Lord Mulibar is a likeable character as well. Though there was a few moments I wasn't sure I should trust him. (Yes I'm a suspicious one.) He is the teacher to Horace for the new magic he has found within himself. Mulibar is the way we learn of the magic in this part of the world, and it's interesting to learn with Horace.

    There is a question of who is the lesser of two evils present in this book. Which is the worst to rule the city and land? It's a political game to get on top, and keep it.

    I'm looking forward to the next three books of the series to see where our characters go and what happens in this city. And there is one that is thought to be an ally that may be something else, but we will see how that plays out in the coming books.

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