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Dawnthief (Chronicles of the Raven Series #1)

Dawnthief (Chronicles of the Raven Series #1)

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by James Barclay

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The Raven: six men and an elf, sword for hire in the wars that have torn apart Balaia. For years their loyalty has been only to themselves and their code.

But, that time is over. The Wytch Lords have escaped and The Raven find themselves fighting for the Dark College of magic, searching for the location of Dawnthief. It is a spell created to end the world, and


The Raven: six men and an elf, sword for hire in the wars that have torn apart Balaia. For years their loyalty has been only to themselves and their code.

But, that time is over. The Wytch Lords have escaped and The Raven find themselves fighting for the Dark College of magic, searching for the location of Dawnthief. It is a spell created to end the world, and it must be cast if any of them are to survive.

Dawnthief is a fast paced epic about a band of all-too-human heroes.

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Prometheus Books
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Chronicles of the Raven Series , #1
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6.00(w) x 8.90(h) x 1.00(d)

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By James Barclay

Prometheus Books

Copyright © 2009 James Barclay
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-59102-779-9

Chapter One

Blue light seared across the late afternoon sky, flaring against the broken low grey cloud and throwing the sheer opening of Taranspike Pass into sharp relief. A heavy explosion sounded. Men screamed.

The Raven made a calm assessment of the situation, looking out from the castle which controlled the pass, across the courtyard and on to the battlefield from their vantage point high up on the keep.

The left-hand end of the defensive line had been shattered. Bodies, burning and broken, were scattered across scorched grass and the enemy redoubled their efforts all along the battle front. They surged.

"Damn it," said The Unknown Warrior. "Trouble." He raised a clenched fist above his head, spread his fingers then whirled his arm in a wide circle. Instantly, the flagmen in the turrets signalled the order. Five cavalrymen and a mage galloped out of a side gate.

"There. Look." Hirad pointed toward the devastated line. Perhaps fifteen men were running through the gap, ignoring the battle as they rushed toward the castle walls. "Are we in?" he asked.

"We're in," said The Unknown.

"About time." Hirad smiled.

"Raven!" roared The Unknown. "Raven with me!" He swept his two-handed sword from the scabbard leaning against the ramparts and charged over to the steps, chest plate catching the dying rays of the sun, his massive frame moving with a speed and agility that remained a fatal surprise to many and his shaven head bobbing on his bull neck as he started down at a dead run.

The stairs led down from the ramparts along the inside of the wall before joining the roof of the keep. From there the way to the courtyard was through either one of the two turrets and down their spiral stairways.

The Unknown led the six leather- and chain-clad warriors and one mage who made up The Raven to the left-hand turret, threw the door open, barked the guard aside and took the stairs two at a time, leaning into the outside wall to steady himself.

Halfway down, a second, bigger explosion sounded, shaking the castle foundations.

"They're through the courtyard wall," said Hirad.

"Almost there," said The Unknown. The door at the base of the turret was open and Hirad doubted whether The Unknown would have paused had it been closed, such was his speed. The Raven sprinted out into the waning amber sunlight and headed for the left-hand corner of the courtyard where dust from the explosion filled the air.

From the fog of the dust, and picking their way through the rubble they'd created, came the enemy. The warriors, leather armoured and cloth masked, spread into the courtyard. Behind them, Hirad could see another making his way through the debris, seemingly at leisure. He too was wearing shining leather armour but also a black cloak that billowed behind him. A pipe smoked gently in his mouth and, if Hirad's eyes didn't deceive him, he was stroking a cat whose head poked out from the neck of the cloak.

Behind him, he heard Ilkar, the elven mage from Julatsa, curse and spit: "Xetesk." Hirad paused in his stride and glanced back. Ilkar waved him on.

"Get on and fight," said the elf, his tall, athletically slim frame tense, his flat-oval hazel eyes narrowed beneath short dark hair. "I'll keep an eye on him."

The enemy fighting men began to move to The Raven's left at an even pace, trotting toward the bare rock wall along the base of which grain, tool and firewood sheds ran from outer defences to keep.

The Unknown Warrior immediately changed direction, cutting off the new approach. Hirad frowned, unable to take his eyes from the solitary black-cloaked figure behind the swordsmen.

The sounds of battle from outside the wall began to fade as Hirad focused on the task ahead. Seeing them, the enemy, who outnumbered The Raven by almost three to one, moved to intercept. Five warriors were ahead of the main group, running on, swords held high, shouts ringing from the walls as they came, confident in their numerical superiority.

"Form up!" shouted The Unknown, and The Raven switched seamlessly into their fighting line as they advanced. As always, The Unknown himself took the centre of a slight-angled and uneven chevron. To his left ranged Talan, Ras and Richmond and to his right, Sirendor and Hirad. Behind them, Ilkar prepared the defensive shield.

The Unknown tapped the point of his two-handed blade rhythmically on the ground with each pace and Hirad, searching for recognition in the eyes of their adversaries, bared his teeth as he found it, noting the ghost of a break in their stride.

"Shield up," said Ilkar. It sent a shiver through Hirad even now, ten years on. And the reality was that he couldn't actually feel anything. But it was there; a net of security from magical attack, a momentary shimmering in the air. The Unknown ceased tapping his sword point, and a beat later, The Raven joined battle.

The Unknown brought his sword up in a right-to-left arc, making a nonsense of his opponent's defence. The man's blade was knocked aside and his face split from chin to forehead, blood spraying up from The Unknown's weapon as it exited.

The man was hurled backward, crashing into two of his colleagues, not even raising a scream as he died.

To the right, Sirendor caught a blow on his kite shield before sweeping his sword through the enemy's ribcage and Hirad evaded a clumsy overhead with ease, swaying right then jabbing two-handed into the neck of his opponent. Others were hesitant to fill the gap. The barbarian fighting man grinned and stepped forward, beckoning them on with a hand.

To The Unknown's left, the going was less straightforward. Ras and Talan were trading blows with competent shield-bearing warriors while Richmond, distracted, was on the defensive, his quick, fluid strikes causing his enemy great difficulty nonetheless.

"Spellcaster moving. Our left," he said. He parried a blow to his midriff and shoved his opponent back.

"I have him," said Ilkar, his voice distant with the effort of maintaining the shield. "He's casting."

"Leave him to Ilkar," ordered The Unknown. His blade thudded against the shield of an enemy. The man staggered.

"Still moving left," said Richmond.

"Leave him." The big man slashed open the stomach of the man in front of him as Talan, immediately adjacent, finished his first victim, taking a cut on his arm.

The enemy mage barked a command word. Heat scorched the air and in the moment's ensuing silence, both sides paused, falling back half a pace.

"Ward!" yelled the mage, and buildings along the back wall exploded, clouding the air with splinters and hurling broken planks to spin and tumble across the courtyard.


Half a plank thumped into Hirad's standing foot. His balance gone, he sprawled forward, trying to turn on to his back even as he fell. To his left, The Unknown took the force of the explosion on his broad back with barely a flinch. Thundering his blade through waist high, he cut the man in front of him clear through to the spine.

"Shield down!" shouted Ilkar. The shock of the detonation had pitched him to the dirt, breaking his concentration. He was up on his feet immediately. "I'll take the mage."

"I've got him." Richmond, who had all but fallen into his opponent's arms, recovered the quicker of the two and rammed his sword into the man's midriff. He turned from the battle.

"Stay in line!" roared The Unknown. "Richmond, stay in line!"

Hirad was staring straight into the eyes of the man who was about to kill him. Hardly believing his luck, the man swung his sword toward the helpless barbarian but the blow never reached its target. Instead, it clattered against a kite shield. Legs straddled Hirad, and Sirendor's sword uppercut into the man's neck. Sirendor stooped and helped Hirad clear.

The half dozen paces Richmond took away from the line before he realised his error were fatal. Ras, engaged with one man, was not aware that his left flank was totally exposed. Seizing his chance, the second enemy stepped quickly around his companion and buried his sword in the Raven warrior's side.

Ras grunted and collapsed, clutching at the wound as blood soaked through his armour, falling against Talan's legs with enough force to unbalance his friend. Talan just about defended one strike but was in no position to avoid the next.

"Shit!" rasped The Unknown. He set his blade horizontally across Talan's path, fielding two blows aimed at the struggling warrior, and kicked out straight with his right foot, connecting with his opponent's lower abdomen.

Richmond crashed back into the battle. At the same time, Talan recovered to stand across the stricken Raven man, skewering another enemy through the chest and wrenching his blade free, the man's screams turning to gurgles as he drowned in his own blood.

And behind the battle, Ilkar could only watch as the Xetesk mage, running toward the wall he'd exposed by destroying the wooden buildings, paused, turned to him, smiled, said one word and disappeared on his next pace forward.

Ilkar gritted his teeth and switched his attention back to the fight. Ras was lying curled and motionless. The Unknown hacked down another man, and to his right, Sirendor and Hirad killed with practised efficiency. Only Richmond's blade flailed, the whole set of his body giving away his feelings. Ilkar strode forward, forming the mana shape for a holding spell. It was enough. The remains of the enemy unit saw him, disengaged and ran back the way they had come.

"Forget them," said The Unknown as Hirad made to chase the fleeing enemy. The barbarian stopped and watched them go, hearing the jeers of the castle garrison help them on their way. Elsewhere, cheers rose from the ramparts as horns sounded retreat across the battle ground.

For The Raven, though, victory was hollow.

A pool of silence spread across the courtyard from where they stood, and as it reached out, others fell quiet, turning to see what few had ever seen. When Hirad looked around, all but Ilkar were crouched by Ras. Hirad joined them.

He opened his mouth to ask the question but swallowed his words hard. Ras, his hands still clamped to the horrible wound in his side, was not breathing.

"All day sitting around and now this," said Hirad. "We're never taking a reserve force job again."

"I don't think this is the time or the place for this discussion," said The Unknown softly. He was aware of a crowd beginning to gather.

"Why not?" Hirad rose, arm muscles bunching beneath his heavy padded leather armour, his braided russet hair bouncing as he jerked to his feet. He jammed his sword back into its scabbard. "How much more evidence do we bloody well need? If you spend a day up on the ramparts you aren't sharp enough when it comes to the fight."

"There's a few here that wouldn't agree with you," snapped The Unknown, gesturing at the slain enemy.

"We've lost three men in ten years, all of them in contracts we shouldn't have taken on. We should be hired to fight, not to sit around watching others do it."

"This was a good money contract," said Ilkar.

"Do you think Ras cares?" shouted Hirad.

"I-" began Ilkar. He put a hand to his head, his eyes losing focus. He squeezed The Unknown's shoulder.

"This discussion and the Vigil will have to wait. The mage is still in here," he said. The Raven were on their feet in a moment, each man ready.

"Where?" growled Hirad. "He's a dead man."

"I can't see him," said Ilkar. "He's under a CloakedWalk. He's close by, though. I can sense the mana shape."

"Great," said Sirendor. "Sitting targets." His grip tightened on the hilt of his blade.

"We're all right. He'll have to lose the Cloak before he casts again. I just want to know what he's doing here." Ilkar's face was set, his frown deep.

Hirad switched his gaze up to the keep and round the ramparts. A closing of the cloud hastened the setting of the sun and the fading light washed grey across the castle. A light rain had begun to fall. All activity had ceased and a hundred eyes stared at The Raven and at the body they encircled. Taranspike Castle was quiet, and even as victorious soldiers walked back into the courtyard, their voices caught and faded when they saw the scene.

The Raven's circle moved gradually outward, with Ilkar separate from it, always with one eye on the newly exposed wall.

"How could he miss us with that spell?" asked Talan, indicating the debris of wood and grain scattered about them. "He was practically standing on top of us."

"He couldn't," replied Ilkar. "That's why I'm-"

The mage was by the wall. He had blinked into view with both his hands on it. They probed briefly and a section of the wall moved back and left, revealing a dark passageway. The mage stepped into it and immediately the opening closed.

Ilkar ran to the wall and examined the section minutely, the others crowding around him.

"Open it, then," said Hirad. The elf turned to stare at the barbarian, his leaf-shaped ears, pointed at the top, pricking in irritation.

"Can you open it?" asked Talan.

Ilkar nodded. "I'll have to cast, though. I can't see the pressure points otherwise." He switched his attention back to the wall and the rest of The Raven gave him space. Closing his eyes, Ilkar spoke a short incantation, moving his hands over the wall in front of him, feeling the mana trails sheath his fingers. Now he placed his fingertips on the stonework, searching. One after another, his fingers stopped moving, finding their marks.

"Got it," he said. No more than half a minute had passed. The Unknown nodded.

"Good," he said. "But you-" he indicated the stocky figure of Talan, his short brown hair matted with sweat and the old scar on his left cheek burning bright through his tanned skin-"stay and get that cut seen to, and you-" spitting the words at Richmond-"start the Vigil and think on what you've done."

There was a brief silence. Talan considered objecting but the blood dripping from his arm, and his drained face, told of a bad wound. Richmond walked over to Ras, sighting down his long thin nose, tears in his pinched blue eyes. He folded his tall frame to kneel by the body of the Raven warrior, his sword in front of him, its point in the dirt and his hands clasped about the hilt guard. He bowed his head and was motionless, his long blond ponytail playing gently in the breeze. It was he, along with Talan and Ras, who had joined The Raven as an already established and respected trio four years earlier, after the only other battle that had seen the death of a Raven warrior; in this case, two of them.

The Unknown Warrior came to Ilkar's shoulder.

"Let's do it," he said.

"Right," said Ilkar. He pushed. The wall moved back and left. "It'll stay open. He must have closed it from the inside."

There was light at the end of the passageway, wan and flickering. The Unknown trotted into the passage, Hirad and Sirendor right behind him and Ilkar bringing up the rear.

As The Unknown Warrior moved toward the light, a shout of terror, abruptly cut off, was followed by a voice, urgent and loud, and the scrabbling of feet. The Unknown increased his pace.

Rounding a sharp right-hand corner he found himself in a small room, bed to the right, desk opposite and firelight streaming in from a short passage to the left. Slumped by the desk, and in front of an opening, was a middle-aged man dressed in plain blue robes. A long cut on his creased forehead dripped blood into his long-fingered hands and he stared at the splashes, shuddering continuously.

With The Raven in the room behind him, The Unknown knelt by the man.

"Where did he go?" Nothing. Not even recognition he was there. "The mage? In the black cloak?"

"Gods above!" Ilkar elbowed his way to the man. "It's the castle mage." The Unknown nodded. Ilkar picked up the man's face. The blood from his wound trickled over gaunt white features. His eyes flickered everywhere, taking in everything and seeing nothing.

"Seran, it's Ilkar. Do you hear me?" The eyes steadied for a second. It was enough. "Seran, where did the Xeteskian go? We want him." Seran managed to look half over his shoulder to the opening. He tried to speak but nothing came out except the letter "d" stuttered over and over.

"Hold on," said Sirendor. "Shouldn't that wall let back on to-"

"Come on," said The Unknown. "We're losing him the longer we wait."

"Right," said Hirad. He led The Raven through the opening, down a short corridor and into a small, bare chamber. In the dim light from Seran's study, he could see a door facing him.

He moved to the door and pulled it open on to another, longer passage, the end of which was illuminated by a flickering glow. He glanced behind him.


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James Barclay is in his forties and lives in Teddington in the UK with his wife and son. He is a full-time writer. Visit him online at www.jamesbarclay.com.

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Dawnthief 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 17 reviews.
harstan More than 1 year ago
The war has devastated much of the Kingdom of Balaia. In that realm the Raven magnificent seven mercenaries are known for always getting the job done. These thieves know the key to their success is the six humans and one elf trust their respective back with one another. They are rejoicing over another successful endeavor when their next assignment runs into them. The Wytch-Lords are on the verge of escaping their incarceration due to the stealing of an amulet that is critical to the Dawnthief spell which has imprisoned the arrogant demi-god mages. The Xetsek College of Magic demands they escort senior mage Denser, who insists he works for the gods, on a quest to retrieve the Dawnthief. The Raven seven mistrust any of the four colleges of magic whose mages would destroy their own kind for power as much as they have doubts about anyone who claims the Gods employ them. Still saving the planet from the return of the Wytch-Lords, if true, is more critical than worrying about their untrustworthy new allies for they each know they have "Raven". This is a terrific opening quest fantasy filled with fast-paced action and the belief that the mages have power and dragons exist. The use of the "Raven" to help the five warriors, one berserker warrior and an elven mage through difficult situations like when Hirard is trapped by a Dragon is a fantasy equivalent to the Three Musketeers. Although the cast is somewhat stereotyped out of the Tolkien 101 handbook; for instance with aging mercenaries considering retirement and all powerful mages causing collateral consequences that leave a world teetering, no one will care as James Barclay's opening entry bodes well for a powerful saga. Harriet Klausner
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There's a good stiory here-somewhere. Really poor editing, the lack of chapter breaks, and really odd sentence structure made reading this terribly confusing and frustrating. I wanted to like it-didn'really.
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ebookwhen More than 1 year ago
I picked this up while I was looking for something to read while I wait for the next book in any of several series I am currently reading to be released. It was a good story, the central underlying theme seeminng to be about brotherhood between the "Raven" a group of elite mercenaries. While the story was interesting, the writing just seemed to be lacking that certain something I have found while reading other writer's works. It just wasn't that exciting to me. I do not intend to read the rest of this series and am looking for something else to hold me over.
Zarilya More than 1 year ago
This book tried to be good, it could have been good, but it failed. It was so irritating that I could not finish it. The characters appear then stagnate then die. The seemingly main characters being killed so easily is really odd for a fighting group that had gone 10 years with only 3 casualties. The inexplicable plot twists drove me nuts. You get interested in what seems like a main plot line, then those people all die. The chapter transition is disorderly and makes you wonder if you accidently skipped something. The editing is beyond terrible. There were sentences that did not even make sense! I had to re-read them a few time before I gleaned what the writer *meant* to say. I cannot count the times I wondered if this book even proofread. It is quite unfortunate because the writer has some good ideas. Regrettably (or not), I will not be reading any of his other work so I will never know if he steps it up a notch or 10.
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darkarrow13 More than 1 year ago
Really good story, great characters. Story moves right along. Unfortunately it's the best of the 3 in series so far. The second book, Noonshade is good also, but the story drags a little. The third book, Nightchild, is too mixed up and doesn't get to the point....Hopefully the next one will be more like the first.
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